My firstborn is 11 today. Eleven. How did this happen??
I can remember how I felt the exact moment I found out I was pregnant with him. It was a moment that changed my life forever. I can remember everything about being pregnant. I can remember everything about his birth, when he was a baby, all of his firsts. I documented everything. I took millions of pictures. The other two kids? Yeah, not so much. Why is that?
I have talked a lot about Junior here. And I realize I am his mother, but let's face it, he's an exceptional kid. He's a grown man trapped in the body of an 11 year old. He's an old soul. This is my child who is responsible, nurturing, compassionate, charismatic. He'll talk to anyone and everyone, he doesn't care if they're young or old, big or little, black, white or green. He loves to make friends. He loves to learn about people.
My son reads. Anything. Everything. He is often curled up on the couch or on his bed with a book or a magazine. He watches the Discovery channel, ESPN and CNBC. The kid TiVo's Mad Money. He loves Top Gear and will tell you everything you want to know about cars. He loves history and science and wants to work for the FBI if he can't play professional baseball.
He laughs with his whole body. He loves with his whole heart. He believes in people. He has an unshakable faith in God and all that is good. He is quite simply extraordinary.
He has been blessed with an amazing head of curly hair, big blue eyes and the deepest dimples you have ever seen. He is smart. He is persuasive. He takes my breath away. He makes me want to be a better person. I am so proud to be his mother.
Happy birthday Junior! Thank you for making me a mom. You have always made it so easy for me. And although I want so badly to freeze time, to keep you exactly as you are now, I can hardly wait to see the man you will become. Let's take it slow getting there, shall we?