Today you turned five-years-old. It’s so cliché to say I don’t know where the time went, but in my case, it’s the truth. It seems like not too long ago that Daddy and I were bringing you home as a tiny baby. I remember holding the bili-light on you when you were a day old- trying to get those jaundice levels back to normal. I remember feeding you at night and rocking you to sleep. I remember when I used to lay you on my chest and watch you take “mom-naps” -- where you slept on me and I simply looked at you. It hardly seems like it’s possible that is the same person I just tucked into bed after a long, fun, firefighter birthday celebration.
You’re still very tall for your age, a little over 46 inches, and you weigh about 50 pounds right now. Sometimes I have to remind myself that you are still so little, age-wise, in the scheme of things. You LOOK so big; it’s easy to expect more of you than is fair. I also forget change can be hard on kids because you are so adaptable to new situations. I marvel at how easy it is for you to jump in and try new things. You’ve started two new schools this year (one when you turned 4 and one this summer—a pre-kindergarten program) and each time you’ve walked in with no fear. You always make new friends right away and other kids really, genuinely like you. We moved again this year and that didn’t seem to faze you much either. I’m so very grateful for this trait of yours as really, it makes ME adapt to new situations easier.
This year you have done lots and lots of fun things. You have a strong adventurous spirit that is obvious when you’re doing stuff like going on huge water slides, playing soccer and riding your new bike over bumps and hills as fast as you can. Your scholastic spirit has also come out and you have a new love for letters and spelling words. This is the first year we’ve really been able to play board and card games with you, and both Daddy and I enjoy playing you in Uno, Guess Who, Dominos and Bingo. You’ve also learned some life lessons this year—mainly what it’s like to now have to share ALL of your stuff with your little brother. That last lesson has been a bit of a shock to you, but you’re managing quite well… most days.
My son, it is clear to me you are growing up and are not so much a baby, toddler or even preschooler (though you are still in preschool, for one more year) anymore, but are a real, bone fide KID! And I’m okay with that… mostly. I’m okay with it because I’m proud of the person you are. I’m proud of how kind you are and how loving you are and how adventurous you are and how you are so willing, most all of the time, to go with the flow. I feel confident in who you are and it makes it okay for me to watch you grow up. I feel like as you grow you’re growing into the right kind of person and everything so far tells me that you’re going to be just fine as you get older… even when I’m not right there to help you out. Connor, my fun-loving, active, energetic, sweet, intelligent boy, I love you so much and I am SO very grateful you are mine and I am yours.
I love you Connor. Happy Birthday my boy.
Love, Mommy
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i love love love that kid of yours. can't wait to hang out with him and his smaller version on monday!
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