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Yesterday, my son Max celebrated his seventh trip around the sun. So, I’d like to dedicate today’s Friday Five to my son Max, to seventh birthdays, and to celebrating the kids we love.
Today’s Friday Five is all about Max and his seventh birthday:
You are my one and only son and I love you so very much, wild thing. I know that you put up with a lot being the only son in a house full of girls, but it is safe to say that you are totally adored by your sisters. Well, most of the time.
Once upon a time you were the biggest baby in the NICU (at nine pounds, fifteen ounces) and sometimes when I think about how far we’ve come together, I feel both humbled and proud at the same time. Being your mama is a pretty amazing thing and I’m so happy you picked me!
You continue to be an easy going, laid back little kid. Things don’t need to be extravagant or fancy for you. In fact, like your mother, you prefer for them not to be. All you wanted this year was “a Sonic hedgehog cake with ice cream in it” and pizza for dinner. Your presents were tricky for Dad and I to decide on, since you don’t ask for much. We went with:
- Want: Legos and a laser tag set
- Need: a new life jacket (in orange and blue, your favorite colors)
- Wear: we were covered in this area, for once, so 2 “wants” this year
- Read: Doctor Who: When’s the Doctor?
I know everyone says it so often it has become worn out expression, but the past seven years have gone by so quickly. I had a few mama moments while I watched you at the dinner table last night, lump in my throat, wondering where that chubby little baby has gone and how this tall (almost as tall as his eleven year old sister!) kid came to be here. It seems like just a few heartbeats ago that you were a babe in my arms, the toddler holding my finger leading me around the room, the curly haired blonde driving the race car grocery cart.
There is just something about fathers and sons. Watching you with your daddy, and how much you are both alike and so very different, makes me fall in love with both of you all over again on a daily basis. You are your daddy’s shadow, following him around, parroting all he does, asking him question after question.
You are brave and tough and wild and energetic! Yet, not too tough to curl up in your mama’s lap when you need her and you never resist an opportunity to cuddle a baby – be it animal or human. You have a soft spot for the underdog, wondering why Road Runner doesn’t let Wyle E. wins sometimes or worrying about the ants in the Wintertime. Keep your bravery, my son, but I pray you keep your tender heart, too. Both will serve you well.
Happy birthday, my Max boy! We love you SO much! Here’s to many more years of wild rumpuses!