Nine years ago today, my beautiful baby boy Destruction came into this world and my life has never been the same. Life has not always been kind to me, but the baby boy has been the greatest gift anyone could ever have. He is sweet and ever so gentle.
I remember when I first held him; my heart was overwhelmed with love and each day it only grows. There is not a day that goes by that is not filled with an exchange of love. Whether it is the quick kiss on his way out the door to school, or the big cuddle on a cold day, our life together is filled with joy. Even on the days when my body is too sore to hug, he will still touch my face to let me know that he cares, and wants me to feel better.
I have been honoured to watch him grow from a helpless infant, to a child that has endless concern about those around him. He is truly amazed that there are mean people in this world, and is never afraid to stand up for someone smaller than he is. I have watched him comfort a crying friend, when the other children had walked away. I have watched him stand up to the neighbourhood bully to ensure that his little brother was safe. And I have heard him correct his friend when he used the word fag as an insult. Once my boy realizes that something is hurtful, he does his best to avoid the behaviour and encourages others to do so as well. When I had surgery and was to weak to feed myself, it was my angel who sat and fed me ice chips, because caring for others is just a part of who he is. While I may have raised him to respect others, the degree to which he has internalized this message is a testament to his good soul.
In our quiet moments I sometimes look at him and I am so overwhelmed with love that I cannot speak, and he will just say I love you too mom. Though I am not allowed to kiss him in public, ‘cause he is to cool for that, the moments that we do share mean the world to me.
We have created fabulous meals and treats in the kitchen, all the while defending it against his fathers creations. When the unhusband tries to get creative, Destruction has been known to tell his father how I do things in the kitchen. Yes sweetie, mommy does put cinnamon on the french toast. We sing songs together and laugh as his father scowls at their repetitiveness and we have had awesome dance parties. When he was little I would let him stand on the kitchen table so that he would be closer to my height and we would stand right there and boogie. I remember when his favourite song was “Night Moves” and everything had to stop while he sang the chorus.
All of this is not to say that he has not had his moments. I remember all to well waking up after a nap to find that he had rubbed an industrial jar of Vaseline into our fifty pound beagle and the time he decided to make me breakfast, by scrambling eggs on the floor, because he was too little to use the stove. There was also his whole home decorator phase, where he had to release his inner Picasso all over the walls of the house. Then of course, there was his midnight snacking phase, when I woke up to find him using my foot as a plate. Do you have any idea how unpleasant it is to wake up because cold slices of ham have been placed on your foot?
My life with the baby boy has been an adventure, and I must say I look forward to seeing what each day brings. I know that it will always end with a smile and kiss. Each day I see him growing tall and strong and I am so proud of him. Most mothers love their children but I can also say that I like my son. He is a good person and a wonderful child; if only he wouldn’t grow up so fast.
Happy Birthday my angel. And thank you for all of the joy you have brought into my life; I would not be the same without you. Thank you for all of the lessons that you have taught me. Thank you for all of the laughter and creativity and most of all, thank you for being you. I could not ask for a more wonderful child.
Je t’aime mon petit ananas. Joyeux anniversaire