My second-born turned 8 last week. I know this is a cliche saying, but yes, I truly can't believe it. There's a fire in his soul and convictions planted deep within his bones that I know will all be used to change the world in some way, shape or form. He's passionate, hilarious, wildly creative, and has the softest heart hidden behind a tough shell. He can see right through inauthenticity and isn't afraid to speak his mind. I admire his boldness, his self-confidence, and self-assuredness.
He has been the hardest of my four to let grow up; the one whose little years I never want to end. His newborn stage was my favorite-I'm not sure if it was because I knew what I was doing a little more the second time around, or because he was so snuggly and mellow, but I would do his first year of life 100 times over! He made the "terrible two's" look like nothing and melted my heart on a daily basis with his cuddles and sweet personality. He's a creative, a thinker, a tell-it-like-it-is kid and braver than I've ever been. He comes alive when he's given freedom and choices. He both humbles me and teaches me on a daily basis.
These last few years, watching him grow and develop as a person with interests and hobbies and personality, has been equal parts challenging and rewarding. I've said often that motherhood is a refining process, and for whatever reason, God chose this child of mine to refine me the most. Growth can be painful but I'm grateful that it has caused me to become the mother that each of my children need me to be.
Happy birthday buddy! Being your mama is such a GIFT!