My son was born twelve years ago. He has kept me smiling since.
From early days we marvelled how he’d laugh in his sleep…his smiles lighting up the room. Such a pleasant baby.
No one could put things in perspective like he could. At a young age, he said things that were well beyond his years…it’s like he knew things…or knew people…maybe just knew me.
He was about three when he took his little hands and placed them on my cheeks…looked into my eyes and proclaimed “you’re the most beautiful mommy I’ve ever seen.” He melted me.
He melts me.
He fights with his sisters, keeps a messy room, doesn’t pick up after himself, struggles with his homework, fights about bedtime and eating breakfast…and mushrooms. He’s typical in many ways.
While he’s rugged and physical, loves his sports and always thinks he’s right…he’s sensitive. He’s gentle. He’s kind and caring and wonderful.
I can’t quite put into words how a mother feels for her children. How each are special in their own way. How each is parented differently as each child is different. I can’t quite tell you how special my boy is…so I’ll let him tell you instead…as he wrote a blog a while ago….I just never posted it.
But…today…on his birthday…I will.
Because he makes me smile…
Happy 12th birthday son.
~ supportive ~