This past Saturday, my sweet little boy became not so little. He went and turned 7 on me.
It’s not like I didn’t know it was coming. He waits all year for July and when it gets here, he immediately turns into a new kid. An older kid. A wiser kid. And like all mother’s do, I have to get with the program, and quick. But not before a shed a few tears because, well, my son just turned 7!
Yes, I can still remember the day he was born. The Husband and I talk about it every year around Sonny’s birthday: the walking to induce labor, the contractions I braved through on my exercise ball, then the final defeat as I shook him awake and told him I needed to get to the hospital. 8 hours later, he was in our arms. It was like a dream.
Now, he’s beyond big. He loves video games, science, reading, and his little sister. He’s not a fan of any type of meat, but will devour any type of chocolate. He has his favorite songs, and knows all the words to them. He’s a real boy.
So, on his actual birthday, when we had a moment alone, I recited these words: “My little boy, today two things are true; you are seven years old, and I still love you.” Then, this happened (I had to move quick to get the picture):
I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry anymore about the situation. I’d toughen up and come to face the facts. And I haven’t. The tears have stopped. But, the thing is, the Duchess will be turning 2 in a couple of weeks. On that birthday, all bets are off!
That is just too precious!
So cute….congrats to that young man of yours!
My oldest son turns 21 on Thursday!
And yes, I will cry on that day because it still feels like he was born yesterday. 😉
How sweet!! Happy birthday to him 🙂
Way to Go- Enjoy 7!