it's astounding...time is fleeting...
"Why do you keep taking pictures?" he quizzes.
"Because I want to remember this," I respond.
I want to remember how your hair, just like your brother's, remains suspiciously blonde.
How you're the only child I know who doesn't like macaroni and cheese and questions the purpose of butter as an ingredient.
How you talk my ear off whenever we're alone together in the car.
How you accept the fact I'll never understand NFL stats or all things Bakugan, as long as I accept the fact that we'll talk about these things over dinner no less than three nights a week.
How we share a love of questionably good music (ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio?).
How you dance when you think I'm not looking.
How you don't care if I join in when you notice I am.
How you relish carrying on conversations with me in dramatic, over-embellished accents.
How you come in to my bedroom and try to scare me every morning.
How you did scare me.
How I never fail to think "I love this boy," when I see you racing up the sidewalk from school.
How you love to play all sports despite humble beginnings from two athletically clueless parents.
How you'll still hug me and hold my hand and plant kisses on my face without making me beg.
How you feign tiredness just so you can say "I wuv you."
How your soul is old and your heart is soft.
How you willingly accepted me as your sidekick even though my super power - freezing time to keep you young - fails miserably at every attempt. Lucky for you thought, huh, considering your power seems to be making time fly.
How I hope it will be when the day comes when you must come to me, hold my hand, and ask me if I remember.
"So I can remember how we were when you suddenly turned 9," I respond.
Happy birthday, my heart.
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posted by for a different kind of girl @ 5:04 PM
27 Comments:
So dear and sweet! I love this.
Brought tears to my eyes.
Well done.
Oh the joy and heartache of having a son! Happy birthday to your little sweetie.
What a sweet ride you've had together so far. Happy Birthday to both of you. And no, I didn't shed one tear. Honest.
Awwww. . .
Yer Sweet Boy has a Sweet Mom, too. . .
It sucks that it goes so fast. I'm glad you are savoring it.
Aw, Happy Birthday, Nine! I say this with amazement, staring at my thirteen year old...who will be FOURTEEN in less than four months. Who knew addition had the power to flatten and amaze? It seemed so INNOCENT back in elementary school. We mothers didn't know it was still lurking out there after we gave birth, smirking through the bushes with a muttered "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little boy, too!"
This was beautiful - brought tears to my eyes. Happy birthday to such a special boy!
Dang, girl. Give a girl some warning that she needs to grab the tissues. Wow, nine! Which mine will be this year -- OMG, how did this happen?!
Seriously, though. Very sweet.
Awww - sounds like you have a really good egg on your hands there.
And I'm bawling. Thank you FADKOG. This motherhood thing is a bitch.
*Sigh*
We're coming up on 7- having kids truly emphasizes the passage of time.
Happy birthday to your sweet little man.
Now you've gone ahead and made this old mom cry! I miss my babies! They are 31 and 29! How did that happen?
This was beautiful!
Beautiful job Mom! (On the essay and the boy). My tiny one turned 6 on Jan 25, 2011 and I still can't quite believe that my baby is so grown up.
That's beautiful- and congrats etc!
For you, though, Thank you- because you're so good at noting these things, and paying attention. Sometimes I think I've forgotten *all* the little things and I'm glad you post things like this, because then I remember my own kid's "things", and it makes me smile :)
The goosebumps tell me its art. My heart tells me it's love. My mind thanks you for sharing.
savor every moment. every single one. and happy birthday to the boy child.
This was just a beautiful post.
*sob*
You are amazing. this was wonderful.
Once more you astound me.
FL
finescha
This was so sweet.
My son will be 9 in March :/
We do have a potential match here. My daughter is the only girl in the world who hates chocolate.
Beautifully done. Happy b-day, Son of FADKOG.
This was wonderful. Happy Birthday, Ma FADKOG's boy.
You write so pretty.
And that makes me happy.
And Happy Birthday to him!
So they do grow up? Happy birthday dude.
Thanks to all of you for your kind words and birthday greetings. My son and I appreciate each and every one!
Denny teared up, and that hasn't happened since 1993.
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