To My Son Nearing His 7th Birthday

2 Mar



Your birthday is in four and a half days, but I didn’t want to wait another day to tell you how incredibly proud of you I am and how blessed I feel on a daily basis to get to be your mom. I may be a bit bias, but you are the most brave, talented, smart, witty child I have ever met. You amaze me on a daily basis. This year you have grown so much and it has been so fun to see you develop your own personality and opinions.

In the last year you have developed a love for house hunting and DIY shows, have become a champion dancer, have gotten straight A’s and have lost your two front teeth. By the way, thank you for losing them right before Christmas. It gave me the chance to sing “All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth” over… and over…. and over. At least until you rolled your eyes and reminded me that I wasn’t funny or cool.

This year you have been an amazing big brother to a little sister who pushed your buttons on a daily basis. You always have a wise word and a hug for her when she gets in trouble. When she wrote her name all by herself for the first time you gave her the biggest hug and said “Sissie I am SO proud of you!” And you really meant it. You told us that she would always be your best friend. Although I know that likely isn’t true, I have every ounce of confidence that you will always be there for her.

In the last year you have gone from struggling with basic picture books to requesting chapter books at the book fair because picture books are far too easy for you. You have learned about bugs and even more about antique toys. This year you have also decided that you want to be a real estate agent when you grow up. I am confident you will be an amazing real estate agent as you have given ours a run for her money.

This year you have developed a faith in God that I only aspire to. You have such an amazing sense of right and wrong and pray on a nightly basis. You always say you have faith that everything will work out the way it should. It fills my heart to see you living in a way that others can look up to.

So, happy birthday my Doonie Bear. My handsome man. My wise, wise, old soul child. I can’t wait to see what the next year holds for you.

Love you to the moon,

Mommy (Because, at home, you still aren’t embarrassed to call me Mommy)

One Response to “To My Son Nearing His 7th Birthday”

  1. Grandma March 3, 2015 at 6:27 am #

    A beautiful tribute to a beautiful child. The book that will arrive this week is a picture book but one with lots of words!

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