Year Seven

To the little boy who made me a mother. Happy Birthday! Year seven welcomes a past year of whistling, piano playing, pumping his legs - swinging so high and jumping off, sass and rolling eyes, an interest in his hair, climbing trees, turning every rock over to investigate, preparing and cooking food. Always curious seeking answers and the why; brave and confident to follow his instincts, asking the hard questions and speaking-up. A sports nut with uber competitiveness yet leveled with a maturity - recently reassuring momma bear that when a bigger boy pushed him at practice: "It's ok mummy, he was just trying to score a goal." Always teaching us, we love you. xo

Originally written May 1, 2015 11:12am