Oh wait, just a second, before I start this I need to grab the tissues.
As exciting as it is for you to finally approach another birthday (and believe me, you were excited), I can’t help but wish time moved slower. I feel like it was just yesterday you were toddling along with your blonde curls and your giant smile and you followed my every move. You and I have always had a special bond and your heart has always belonged to me. I’ve always been the girl of your dreams. There’s something special about a mother and son’s relationship and I feel so incredibly lucky to experience that with you.
I watched you yesterday as you turned six. You bounced around the house eating M & M’s freely without interjection from me. You were the king of the day and you made sure everyone knew it. I noticed your excitement and I saw the pride that comes with growing older. I also saw that your curls are gone and you no longer follow my every shadow. You’re so big and you need me less. When did that happen? Who said you could grow up and turn into such a handsome little dude? I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Son, time is moving too quickly. I haven’t bottled up your little quirks or your little mannerisms that I love so much. I don’t want to forget how you pause what you’re doing throughout the day to tell me you love me and I don’t want to forget that I’m your favorite play date. You’ll take me playing Legos with you over anything. I wish I could bottle your smile and your innocence and have your small hands wrapped in my arms forever. I’m not ready for this.
Six is cool, don’t get me wrong, but it means that when Summer is over you’ll be in First Grade and I won’t have you like I do now. In a blink, we will be there. How can I pause time and fill my well with all these great memories?
I love to watch you grow and accomplish every milestone with ease, I also wish I could go back to those days where you fell asleep in your high chair with a mouth full of food. Those are the years I can’t get back. And in 6 more years I’m going to wish the same thing. Except I’ll wish you were 6 and I’ll wish you still snuggled up to me during story time and begged for me to put you to bed at night. I’ll long to help you read sight words. I’ll wish I was still the girl of your dreams and that you would rather be with me instead of your friends.
You loved yesterday. You should and I wanted you to. You were so anxious to embrace the independence that comes with a new year. You desperately want to catch up to your older sister and do what she does and be big like Daddy. One day you will be, but let’s not rush things okay?
Today I just want you to know that not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for that smile of yours and your fun personality. You light up my life and I’m so happy that you are who you are. It’s truly a wonder to watch you.
Happy sixth son! Please don’t forget that I’m your favorite girl.
I love you,