From the many brothers I had in my life I knew for certain that balls, bugs, Legos, fishing, rocks, nerf guns, and forts would be in my future. I knew that noise, dirt, broken bones, and inexpiable smells would become apart of my daily life. While it was reassuring to know what to expect from a boy, I had no idea what to expect from you. So every time I rushed to the bathroom I whispered a sweet thank you Lord, and then I wondered about what you would be like. It was our time together, a time I will always cherish.
Then after you were born it was as if my constant stomach upset was transferred to you. For eight months you cried and threw up. For six months we had no idea why. I was sure that it was more then colic. While I'm sorry you spent so long in pain from the milk your little body couldn't digest, I wouldn't change our time together. We rocked and sometimes cried together I breathed long prayers about you and for you. I dreamed of who you would one day become, what kind of personality you would have.
Your first word was ball.
When you were six you broke your arm.
To say that you enjoy playing with Lego's would be a huge understatement.
You have always loved to fish and hike.
You climb any tree you can no matter where you are.
|Three (I think)|
In so many ways you are exactly who I imagined, but that's just the big picture of you. Si guy, you are so much more then I could have ever imagined.
You notice the details of peoples hearts. I had no idea that was even possible, but some how you can see into hearts.
|Five (First day of kindergarten)|
School is hard for you, but words are not. You speak in such a way that people notice you. You speak with confidence and respect. Not only do you have a way with words, you use them to encourage others and articulate what you see to be honorable and true even if it makes situations more difficult for yourself.
My prayer for you this year is this: May God grow you and protect you from becoming dull to the hearts of those around you. May you always use your words to build people up and to protect them. Lastly I hope that you learn to show yourself grace, to accept that you don't have to be perfect, because dear Man of the woods thankfully we will never be asked to be perfect, but only to do the best we can.
I love that you birthed me into Motherhood, an event that happens every single day of your life. I love you more then you will ever be able to imagine.
Here's an interview with your eight year old self:
What's your favorite color? Green
What's something that is very special to you? Mom
What's your favorite word or saying? Fair point....Dude....So awesome... Kinda cool.
What's your favorite thing to do? That's tough. I think it's Nerf wars. Actually no it's hanging out with my family.
Who is your favorite super hero? Why is there this question....hmm...I don't know...Oh! Super Dadda!...(Laughing to yourself)...I just made one up because Dad is super.
What is your favorite memory of this past year? Talking with Opal. We talked for two hours straight!
What do you want to be when you grow up? A marine biologist.