Okay, it has finally happened, the baby boy has hit the double digits. I cannot believe that he is 10 years old today. I looked at him this morning and could not help but wonder where my sweet little baby has gone. He is almost as tall as me now, and wears the same size shoe as his father. He has already worn down a path to the kitchen, as he attempts to eat me out of house and home. Who says that boys wait until their teens to go on an eating frenzy?
He has grown so much from the helpless little babe that I held in my arms ten years ago today. He sings like an angel, draws beautifully and is fluent in two languages. He loves to cook and has never seen a video game or animee that he does not like. He has his own life independent of me now and each day, I watch him move further away from me, to become the man that he will one day be.
It’s not fair that time should move so quickly. It’s not fair that very shortly he will put away his childish things. I know that it is the cycle of life, but does it make me selfish to wish for more when I have already been given so much? I love to hear him laugh and it breaks my heart to see him cry. He is absolutely responsible for some of the best days of my life, and he has given me the courage to attempt things I never would have dared on my own.
What I find most remarkable about him, is his concern for justice and his strong sense of right and wrong. When other kids walk away, he stands firm. He is always on the side of the under dog and I love that about him. I know to some degree I have helped to guide his journey, but I am convinced that his strong sense of morality and empathy is something that is innate to him. He does not understand why bad things happen to good people, or why some people are treated unfairly because of who they are and it is my hope, that he will never identify with the oppressor and will continue to always see people as equals regardless of difference.
He is extremely affectionate and I know that the minute he walks through the door his first word is mom, as he reaches to give me a hug and a kiss. I love watching him cuddle on the couch with his brother or the times he snuggles with Sookie the worlds cutest dog. He is never afraid to show his emotions or tell those he loves how he feels about them. Perhaps he loves with confidence because he has always known love in our home, but on some level I believe that this is yet another part of his giving soul.
There is so much more that I could say, but I know that no matter what I write, I could never properly pay a tribute to someone that I love so dearly. There is nothing that I would not do for him. The day I looked into his eyes for the first time, I experienced the most unselfish overwhelming love and each day this bond grows even stronger. I wish that I could clutch him closely to my breast forever, but I know that one day he will have to make his own way in this world. I will probably not be ready for this day when it comes, but in the meantime I intend to cherish ever single second.
I love you always my son, and thank you for being so wonderful and giving me hope to dream, the strength to fight and the faith to believe. Without you, I would not be the woman I am today.