Today you are seven. While you didn't wake as I curled up with you just after midnight to be the first to wish you a happy birthday, I sense you knew I was there. I smelled your hair, wrapped your lanky arms around mine, and just listened to you breathe. My guess is you will never know how many nights I do this until you have children of your own.
Tomorrow is your last day in first grade. A year marked by success in your classroom as well as new endeavors you tried. A year marked by worry and stress over if we are moving in the right direction.
I am very thankful that even with setbacks with weight loss, backsliding in behavior, and the time that weekly therapy visits took from an already packed schedule, you are in a much more successful place than you were a year ago. You will never be defined as a diagnosis, but rather my son who has struggles of your own and are learning to process life on your own terms.
As your parent I feel that every decision we have made this year has come with part prayer and part hope that the right path is being followed. I have said so many times, that as your mom all I can do is support you, make resources available, and love you unconditionally. I cannot know what your future holds. I only have the choices I can make today.
You loved Jr. Jazzercise summer camp to the point you have watched video footage on a continuous loop all year. Not surprisingly we had to plan part of our summer around when the class would be offered again.
You played many an afternoon on sun drenched afternoon with our neighbors riding bikes and playing ball. You attended your first sleepover birthday party as well as hosted friends to sleep over at our home. We had many conversations about being a good friend and making friends. All of which you listened intently and offered your own 6 year old understanding that good friends are essential to happiness in life.
You asked for a tennis racket and a new bike for your birthday, both of which you got and have already enjoyed yesterday after a fun birthday party. You spent your 7th birthday today at a special comic book event with your dad in Charlotte. While I missed seeing you for most of the day, I love that you have this special bond with him. I am so very glad you participated in Y Guides with your father including a weekend camp out. Camping with dad has become your own special date night as well as a growing love of video games and movies.
I hope that our mom and Ben overnight trip will be an extension of our date nights for as long as you are willing. Sitting with you on the steps of the Lincoln memorial was was of the best moments in the last year shared just between us.
My beautiful boy, may the sun always shine on your face as you travel another year around the sun. So much goodness lies ahead for you. If all I ever do in my life is to be called mom, then I have lived a good life.