HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday) to my Baylor Bear!
I can’t believe you are 7 years old;
my sweet, wild, sensitive, brilliant little man.
Before we left on this trip you were so worried about us leaving you. You tried to calculate and organize your emotions to best understand your space while we were gone.
We had long talks about why mom and dad needed alone time. I explained to you that I don’t get recess or play dates and this was our recess, so we could recharge and be the best parents ever...with mistakes along the way still 😬.
Your birthday looked amazing! Sophie did such an amazing job making you feel special. And guess what...I miss you too! So much!
Hawaii isn’t the same without you. Without you holding my hand and jumping off of waterfalls and helping me be brave.
You see me for who I am. You see my soul and my higher self. You don’t care about weight or cellulite or outfits or really any other possible external concept or insecurity. You see me unfiltered and raw and you love me exactly that way.
Just like my physical body, my mental body isn’t perfect. It’s scarred and worn. Some of it still healing. And yet, you don’t see it that way. Even when my imperfections shine and my impatience takes over, you are there to tell me it’s okay.
You just see me, as your mom. Doing the best she can!
I am forever grateful for that.
You can always call me buddy! Even if I don’t think I’m enough for you, or I feel like I’m messing you up...at least you know you can always call me if you are sad.
I love you, always and forever. ❤️❤️❤️
Here’s to all the moms trying to not screw up their kids and the babysitters who are more like superheroes that help us along the way.