You my sweet boy, are the light of my life.
You’re the source of my laughter.
And the source of the semi-frequent “poo clean-ups”.
You’re the body behind the giant grocery tab.
And the body keeping my heart wide open and full.
You’re the pickiest of eaters, with a fairly short list of “approvals”.
And you’re the energy, and light, and love that exudes from every room of our home.
Some days my mind gets carried out to sea, wondering if you’ll ever “x’y, and z”.
A common occurrence for any caring parent, I would think, yes?
Will you be a lawyer?
Maybe you will, and maybe you won’t.
Will you be an engineer?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Will you be a writer, and share stories like your Mommy?
I have no idea (but it would be pretty cool, no matter how you share them).
But I’m brought back to shore when I realize that it doesn’t matter what I “know” of your future. Except I KNOW your smile.
I know your laughter.
And I know your heart.
You may not reach for some enormous career path in this life, but you seem to have it all figured out.
You know that paying mind to the opinions of others is purely a waste of time.
You know that happiness doesn’t come from having money or material gifts, but from tickles and park swings, and bedtime stories.
You know that putting shoes on, sitting down, two at a time is way faster.
You know that bath time is always better with bubbles involved.
And you know that requesting Disney music, and giggles, and bear hugs are the key solutions to any troubles mama had in her day.
No matter what road you go down in this life kid, you’ll always be the smartest one in the room.
And I’ll always be right beside you.