Yes today my pride and joy, the light of my life and my first born turned seven years old.
What a ride it has been.
The Birthday Boy with his (ice cream) cake ❤️
I couldn’t ever have predicted parenthood. Certainly not the journey we’ve had.
But, and I really feel the need to state this:
I would not change him for the world.
I’m so gosh-darned proud of my boy. He’s kind, funny, caring, intelligent and just all-around amazing.
Do I wish he didn’t have certain struggles? Yes, yes I do. But only because I worry about the world. He has such a beautiful soul, I don’t want anything to harm or mar it.
But, those struggles have helped me grow. Through him I’ve become a parent and he helps me become a better one. Day by day, week by week, month by month and year on year.
I know what is and isn’t important. It’s not about grades or accomplishments or academics. He will find his place in the world without those should that be necessary (though I don’t believe that it will).
I shall end with sharing the First Grade section of the school concert we went to last night. We stayed through Act 1, which was Grades K-2 and not only did he perform, he stayed through the whole thing.
Readers may remember last academic year’s Christmas concert, where they moved him into the first part of the performance because he just couldn’t handle it.
Not this year – he did it all. And if TT hadn’t been nearly an hour past her bedtime we might have stayed for the rest.
First Grade Concert – listen at your own peril 🤣😂
(For the relatives reading this, he’s in the second row from the front in a grey hoodie and camo pants)
I cried many happy tears last night.
I love you kiddo. Here’s to the next trip around the sun.
I am one very proud (and introspective 🤣😂) momma this evening.
I also turned 36 yesterday – but no one needed a blog post about that!!! 🤣😂🤣😂🤣