It's hard to believe that it's already been 6 years since that day, when I reached down and pulled you up onto my chest. Thank you for making me a Mom. If 1 million boys were lined up into a long row, I'd pick you.
Last Friday, I took you and 3 of your friends out for an afternoon of playing. You have some great friends and as I listened to you guys play, I read my book. After just a few pages, I got to a part where the author was talking about taking her kids to the pool and not only sitting on the sidelines (which was typical for her), but getting in there with them and playing. Her story gave me an idea.....
I called you boys over for cupcakes and presents and as you all finished up, I asked you guys if you'd like me to go down the slides with you. Before I knew it, I was following you up to the top of the play area, crawling, darting, running and sweating. We lined up and made a train as we zoomed down the slide and then.....we did it again and again.
I'll always remember racing down those slides with and your friends. I don't know how many more years I have where you'll actually think it's cool for your Mom to play with you. Until then, I want to slide more, laugh loud with you, be there with you and not just sit on the sidelines.
For your Birthday, you asked that I'd sew you a blanket. I don't sew well- I'm pretty sure that the way I sew would make most people who know what they're doing shake their head. The best part though is that you're easy to please. You don't care if my lines aren't perfectly straight, if I have to change thread colors once, twice or three times (since I didn't plan well) or if I didn't follow a pattern. I stayed up late making that blanket and when you opened it this morning, to you, it was perfect.
This afternoon it got really quiet and when I went to look for you, I found you asleep on our bed with your new blanket. Later when you woke up, you asked me to carry you downstairs. As I walked down with you heavy in my arms, my eyes glanced in the mirror and I saw your toes hanging all the way to my knees. The times I've carried you in the last year are few and far between. Each time I wonder if it's the last and I try to soak it up, as best as I know how.
Thank you for making the last 6 years of my life the best ever. Before I was a Mom everyone warned me that I'd never sleep again or that I might loose myself. I have to say that all their warnings were wrong. I don't feel like I've lost myself at all. Instead, you and your sisters are the catalyst that makes me want to be the best that I can be. You make me not want to settle for anything less than exactly what God created for our lives.
Happy Birthday to you. You're 6 now and I couldn't be more proud of you.