8 years ago today, you made me a mom. You’ve been the perfect firstborn… a rule follower, easygoing – so pleasant and fun to be around. You’ve made parenting easy (most of the time). There are so many things that make me proud of you.
You work hard in everything you do – whether it’s math problems, long bike rides or learning sports. You are always 100%. You like to work at it until you get it perfect. I wish you weren’t so critical of yourself because you are so good at so many things and I hate when you get down on yourself.
You know when to push back and fight for your opinion and when to let things go. There’s never a fight when I say it’s time to get in bed or ask you to try new foods. But if you feel really strongly about something, you’ll dig your heels in. As frustrating as it can be, I secretly like when you stand your ground and fight for your way. I know that skill will serve you so well later in life.
At age 8, you are already so good at reading people. As I get riled up by something, (hypothetically Brooks is still upstairs after 3 requests to get in the car for church), I feel my anger rise up and I start yelling. Then I feel a gentle rub across my back, and it’s you, trying to calm me. You know just the buttons to push or words to say to get 5 extra minutes of cuddle time or a few more minutes shooting hoops before dinner.
I get a little lump in my throat when I think about you turning 8 (…halfway to drivers license status!)
You’re really turning into a young man now. Your values and moral compass are mostly established and these next years it’s a lot of me letting go of the reins and allowing you start figuring it out on your own. Seeing you become more independent makes me realize how much my role is changing. It’s bittersweet because I love your growth but also already miss some of your boy-ish needs.
You’re growing into a strong, well-rounded, amazing young man and I am proud of you every single day.
I love you Landy Pandy, Bubba, Boo, Sweet Thang.
Happy Happy 8th Birthday!