Ten. Double digits man, double digits. Crazy how time flies. It seems like just yesterday you were the strong willed little boy with a sweet lisp who prayed everyday for freckles. Now you're 10. It blows my mind. You blow my mind.
You're everything I imagined and so much more. My favorite is the way you love people. For example this year on your tenth birthday there is a dinner for the Cub Scout leaders. I really don't want to go, I want to be with you. But you keep insisting that I go. You tell me I deserve it and that I work hard for you. After two weeks of talking about it, I finally agreed. The first birthday where I won't be with you from the time you wake until the time you go to bed. The beginning of you becoming a man. I am proud to be called your mom.
This has been a year full of change. I think you're character has shined through. The way you love the children that come and go from our home. The way you grieve for them, and get excited about their wins. The way you explain why you choose to do what's right. The way you ask questions that go straight to the heart of the matter. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish I had words for you to know just how loved you are.
My prayer for you this year is that you take what you know is right and true and practice living it. The more you do it the easier it will become. Then you will be ready to do it even when it's not what you want to do, because sometimes that's what life requires to do what's right even when it's hard.
An interview with your ten year old self:
What's your favorite color? Blue, dark blue.
What's something that is very special to you? My bike and you guys, and the babe.
What's your favorite saying? Hey bro
What's your favorite thing to do? Bike
What's your favorite memory from this past year? Camping with my Dad.
What do you want to be when you grow up? I have no clue. Game Warden, but do I really have to decide so soon?
Thank you sweet boy for teaching me to be a Momma. I love you more.
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