SHANBROSIA-God's creation: Nine

Monday, December 17, 2018

Nine

Sweet Laughter,

This might be my all time favorite photo of you.

You have morphed from a boy-child to a man-child this year. You used to turn pot lids into shields and dress up as superheroes, but now while you still dream big you think inside the realm of reality. I think making wings out of plastic wrap and asking to test it out from the top of the swing set is behind us. Now you dream of being a masseuse. For now as you practice on any who are willing to pay 25 cents a minute. You practice what you learn in Taekwondo. You love to read, but you don't love school. You have your own opinions and preferences now. I can no longer assume that if I'm excited about it you will be excited about it.

You learned to ride a bike this year.

You're growing up, becoming your own person. This year for your birthday among other things you got books, of course, your very first professional massage, some coffee cups, a battery pack for your gadgets, and a memory foam pillow. Not really the normal nine year old stuff, but that's you. You blaze your own path and love what you love.

Snow themed birthday party. Since we only had white ice outside we mini marshmallows became snowflakes, and we used toilet paper to create snowmen. It was a fun day.

I'm thankful that you still have your child like love for people. You still love everybody that crosses your path as if they are your best friend. This year our family has grown and shrunk a few times. Each time you embrace it with excitement. In fact you are constantly trying to find ways to make room in the house for more people. You measured the crib length and then measured the walls to see just how many cribs we could fit in our very large house. You were disappointed when I explained the rules of how many kids we could actually take in. You would give up everything so that you could show love to somebody else. I love this selfless compassion you have, but I hope that we can teach you to find balance as you grow. That's my prayer for you this year that you find balance. I hope that we can teach you to keep that endless love of yours, but also know when it's good to rest. Not only in how you love, but also in all of life. You tend to be an all or nothing kind of person, but life doesn't often work that way. These are hard lessons your Dad and I have had to learn ourselves.

I am proud of the man you are growing into. I hope that you always say yes to loving other people, especially the hurting. I'm glad I was chosen to be your Momma. Here is a little interview with your nine year old self: