Celebrating the birth of my first

At 6:21 a.m. on Saturday, April 1, 2006, I became a mother for the first time. It was an experience that I can’t honestly remember (thank goodness), but am so thankful for. Being a mother has been the most wonderful part of my life and I can’t believe how quickly it’s going by; my sweet first born turned 7 years old this morning at 6:21 a.m.

We have enjoyed a day of mini-golf and go-kart racing followed by some sweet frozen yogurt and a mini-van full of little chatterboxes. My darling husband turned to me and said, “Now I feel like a parent of a big kid,” and as I grinned at all the laughs and giggles I knew exactly what he meant. It makes me so proud to be this sweet boy’s mother (especially on those days where he isn’t stomping up the stairs mad at me) and sad at the same time. Where does the time go? How did I go from the parent of a young toddler to one of a big kid? It is bittersweet.

Gone are the days of clinging hugs and tears when I leave him, now I am not even allowed to hug him in public. And it’s rare when I hear a “Mommy” anymore; it’s pretty much turned into Mom. We now have to listen to his “jam” on the way to school (One Direction for anyone interested, yes you can feel sorry for me), and he loves all the latest top 40 hits. No longer do I have to listen to the Wiggles or the Cars soundtrack, where did the time go?

I guess time goes into all of the little moments of your life. It seems like yesterday that I gave birth to him, but then again it seems so far away. I can barely remember how he sounded when he first started talking and wish I could forget the surly attitude I get now. It just goes by so fast and it makes me realize how much I need to cherish the times he will still snuggle in my lap (few and far between) or when he still wants me to read him a story before bed. In a minute it will all be gone and he will be a dreadful teenager. I can’t stand how fast it’s going.

I no longer have stories of tantrums and cute little quirks from his toddlerhood. It’s mainly school, friends, first crushes (we will keep that to ourselves) sports and all other things that big kids do. He is still that sweet quirky boy, just in a bigger body.

I pray that you had a wonderful birthday my sweet boy. I love you so, so much. My heart squeezes every time I look at you, and I am certain that will never change whether your 7 or 70.

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