Twelve years ago today I became a mother.
It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, and in the very next breath, that day was a lifetime ago.
You are technically 2/3rds of the way through my time with you, and in so many ways, we’re just getting started. We’ve hit some walls and climbed some mountains. We’re still learning as we go, you and me, and it’s not always going to be fun, or pretty, or fair, but we’re going to get there. I hope, when we get to the other side of this climb, you remember the fun more than the fight, and can smile from the peak of the mountain, knowing that you conquered the climb.
I love the passion you have for the things you care deeply about. Your fierce independence. The stubborn set of your chin. I love watching you interact with young children – your kindness and gentleness with them brings such a peace to my soul.
Always a tender spirit, you are the child who woke me in the middle of the night to ask me if we could donate to the ASPCA after seeing a commercial. You chose to grow out your hair to donate, and help with our various awareness and fundraising events to fight childhood cancer.
The promise and potential you hold within you overwhelms me. I cannot wait to see what you choose to do, and watch you grow into the young man you are destined to be.
I love you to the moon and back.