The kid turns eight today, and as tradition dictates, I wanted to write him a letter, on his special day.
My wonderfully, rambunctious boy, words cannot describe how much joy you bring to my life. With you, everyday is an adventure and your dad and I can’t wait to see what this next year has in store. You keep us on our toes, in ways I never imagined, and I am so, so, so happy to call you mine. You, my son, can be described in so many ways. You are loving, funny, creative, emotional, sensitive, impatient and so easily excited. Simply put, you are “you,” and I wouldn’t take you any other way.
At 8 years old, you are in full-on “boy mode.” You love drawing; writing stories; playing outside; getting dirty; giving your mother a heart attack, with your daring feats; LEGOs; all things super heroes (Marvel over DC, obvs); sneakers; Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; and video games. Your interests are so diverse, and that’s what makes you the special boy you are.
Parenting you is the best kind of challenge, the kind that has taught me so much, and made me grow as a person. It has changed the way I think and the way I approach almost everything. It’s shown me what it’s like to put someone’s needs before your own – every single time.
But, most of all, being your mom has taught me the true meaning of unconditional love, and I do love you, so very much.