Tomorrow, my child turns eight.
As any mother can tell you, learning from your child is one of the most heart wrenching, soul filling experiences you can have as a woman. He came to me, eyes closed, nuzzling into my breast almost before I held him. Over the years, he has taught me how to become a better person. A patient, loving, open minded person. I only hope I've taught him half as well.
He is sassy, inquisitive, funny, intelligent, hard headed, determine, dirty, loving, sensitive, artistic, imaginative, beautiful and perfect to me. He is often way too loud, covered in dirt, making a mess and having a ball while doing it. If only we could all be so free and happy.
He loves lego, Harry Potter, waffles, fried chicken, ice cream, calamari, sushi, dancing, singing, our dogs, his new baby brother or sister, his family and getting into stuff.
He isn't fond of chocolate cake, beans, religion, bullies, baths that are too hot, being bossed around and going to bed alone.
He fills me with pride and love daily. He can make me laugh like no other. He still climbs onto my lap for cuddles and gives the sweetest kisses. He has made the person I am today. A more loving woman. A good mom. A sensitive soul.
Happy Birthday, Monkey!