Each year, I write a post dedicated to my sweet boy’s birthday. He’s my first born and my most compassionate child, so creating a special article in celebration just seems so right. This year, it’s taken me a bit longer to craft my happy birthday message to him. While he’s excited to add another year to his age, it’s given me a small bit of anxiety.
He’s 9. That’s so close to 10. For the past 9 years, I’ve watched him grow within my womb, in my arms, in school and within our home. He’s gone through so much in this small amount of time. From his ADHD, to bullying at school, to craving to learn all the things and being stifled by a curriculum that doesn’t fit his mindset, it seems as if he’s much older than his current age. He’s been through it. All of it. As a mom, I’m so proud of him, yet worried about what might be in store for his coming year. I want life to be great for him. I know it won’t always be, but his soul is so amazing that I feel he should always have the time of his life. With another brother on the way, I know that these feelings will repeat themselves once my little one is 9. I’ll want the world for all of my children, and my oldest should be the one to introduce it to his siblings. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?
As he blew out his birthday candles, I wondered what he wished for, and even made a few wishes myself. I wish for him to keep the light in his eyes. I wished for him to increase his interest in everything. Most of all, I wished for his heart to stay true. I just hope I can be the one to encourage him to continue this outlook on life. I can’t deal with him getting so much older, but I can deal with the responsibilities that come with it.