My first baby is 6 years old today. It's amazing how much he's grown in just one year. We started kindergarten in the fall, and that has been a HUGE transition (mostly for me). This kid loves school. And he's smart. Seriously. I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom, either. In December, he was already working on subtraction and reading 3rd grade level sight words.
It's ridiculous how proud I am of him, and not just for the academics. He is sweet, and loyal, and caring. I love that even when we fight (which is fairly often - we call it a battle of the wills), we always know that at any given time, we will hug and tell each other how much we love each other. I love that he can tell me when I'm being mean (even though that sometimes is defined by me saying he has to do homework before playing video games, etc.). I love that he wants to comfort me when I'm sick or feeling sad. And he does.
This kid, my kid, is amazing. From the day he was born, he has been a complete blessing in my life. Even the trials he puts me through - when he refuses to listen, or talks back, or whatever - it's all been worth it. And it's only been 6 years.
Happy birthday, Stink Bum.
love,
Mom
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