Today, I have a 10-year-old.
I swear, it was just yesterday when I heard Dr. Later say, “Yup, he has boy parts!” and I looked into the face of my little cone-headed alien. I had never felt such a rush of love or devotion to anything in my life, up to that point. My life-long dream of becoming a mother had come true.
I can’t believe it’s already been a year since I did a birthday tribute for him. I can’t believe he’s in the double digits, age-wise. I can’t believe he’s the same age as the obnoxious kids I used to teach. (But oh, how I loved them! Most of them.) I can’t believe I’ve already used up half the time I get to have him here with me, under my roof, getting hugs and sharing stories and talking about things that interest him.
I can’t say enough how much I love him, and how being his mother has been the most rewarding experience of my entire life.
Happy Birthday, Little Man!