Tomorrow is my little man's fourth birthday. I may be biased, but this fella is special. He made me a mother, and he forever changed my life. From day one, he has been a joy. Before him, I had never been so nurturing, so blessed, so challenged, so stretched, so amused, and so adoring.
He is hilarious. He never ceases to crack me up with his perspective, his impersonations, his word play, his personality.
He is unique. I cannot put this kid in a box, because he just will not fit. He can be tender, compassionate, aggressive, imaginative, inquisitive, assertive, empathetic, mischievous, stubborn, and ethical all within the hour.
He seems to see more than you would think. I don't just mean physically; I mean he is incredibly insightful and intuitive.
His adoration melts my heart, and I know why mothers and sons have such a special relationship. There's nothing like it (I like who I am in his eyes - a beautiful super hero with a great singing voice).
I must say parenting is more than I imagined it would be. The love is more encompassing, the challenge more persistent, the growing and stretching more necessary, the need for patience and grace more vital, and blessing more than can be described.
I am so thankful for this little one, who is all too quickly becoming less little than I am ready for.
Father, help me to be the mother he needs. Thank you for entrusting him to us; we do not take it lightly.
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