Yesterday I picked Harbor up from school and he said ‘Yep thats it. I think I’m done with being 5 Im ready to be 6’ and proudly stomped on his way home. Such a little statement but its left me smiling all night.
Happy birthday little man.
Im not naturally maternal and when you came into the world 6 years ago I just thought if I followed all the parenting rules then I would get it right, I would get you right. I wished that you would grow to have similar personality traits as me. I wanted you to be outrageously stubborn and unpredictably silly. I wanted you to love and hate things with equal measure, with passion but for the right reasons. I wanted you to unquestionably know what you believed in and stick by it.
I was so foolish because all the little snippets of personality that shine out of you are so much more incredible than any qualities I own. You are sensible and thoughtful. I sometimes feel so guilty about how grown up you can be. Always selflessly putting Sonny first and making sure he is ok and understands. You tolerate so much and often sacrifice your own enjoyment to encourage his.
You enjoy being still and quiet. Often choosing to colour and draw while your brother causes chaos all around you. You tell me that I look beautiful every morning and wait for me to say it straight back. You can be so bossy repeating any instruction you’ve heard me say before. Correcting my English when I drop my ‘t’s.
You have said some memorable things this year. My favourite was the question ‘can grandads marry grandads?’. I love that you have started to understand the value of things and you know you cant have everything but you love what you have.
I’m not saying that you are perfect because lets face it you can argue black is white. You get emotional about the most peculiar things. (Who gets to open the gate being one massive melt down this week) but hand on heart I couldn’t be more proud of you. Just as you are.
You made me a mother and for that you will always have a special little part of me that no-one else has.