I write letters to my children on their birthdays. Here is last year’s letter to Aaron.
Happy 7th Birthday!
Well I’m not sure how it came to be that you are SEVEN now, but here we are. You are no longer my little kid; you’re a full-grown boy. This morning I said to you, “You’re seven. You were in my tummy once, and now you’re seven! You made me a mommy for the first time.” Your response with an eye-roll: “Yeah, Mom. I know.”
This year has been so much fun with you. You’ve done so many new things – learned how to swim across the pool, joined a soccer team, lost your first tooth, started reading longer books by yourself.
You’re interested in cooking, very helpful with washing dishes, and getting good at strategy board games. You make up puns and jokes (this trait is from your Dad), and love to make people laugh. When you see your friends, you run off with a quick, “Bye, Mom!” and I’m left shaking my head at how much of a boy you’ve turned into.
You continue to have a fun-loving, laid-back personality. You ask lots of questions, trying to figure out how the world works. You care about others around you. Sometimes you think about how to be generous with your friends.
You love playing at the park, eating ice cream, playing with your sisters, reading your Plants vs. Zombies books, dancing to Thriller, playing 7 Wonders, and going to the beach.
This Mother’s Day, you gave me a ceramic rose that you made in school. I look at it, beautifully molded and painted by my little boy. And I am reminded what a gift it is to have you as my son.
I give you my blessing to become all of who you are uniquely created to be.
I love you and am so grateful you are part of my life.