The milestones come thick and fast for the first few years and then they slow down somewhat, but now I see you growing from a little kid to a big kid every day. Your conversation is interesting and interested. I see the spark in your eyes and your intelligence sits so close to the surface.
I notice you writing numbers I’m so impressed with those lines on the paper to my mind it’s as though you’re solving impossible equations. You hated writing only months ago. You lacked patience and you got frustrated when it didn’t come easily and now those numbers are second nature as you calmly etch the lines.
I’m impressed that you broke through.
I knew you would.
I didn’t really think you’d be a 30 year old man that refused to write but seeing you enjoy it, or do it as a way to pass time lets me know that one day soon you’ll sit still for more than 2 minutes and apply yourself….. in good time. Now, you flip and flit like a dragon fly with the sun on your golden hair.
Sometimes like a dragon fly, sometimes just like the Tassie Devil.
The first time I saw you write your name I thought my heart would burst with pride.
This is the joy of being the first born. By the time your sister gets around to stuff you’ve already paved the way.
Your sense of humour is delightful, my funny boy, and your cheeky little smile bisects your face when you’re being funny. You don’t have a poker face, so when you’re playing a trick it’s tattooed across your dial. Your tinkling giggle makes me smile, and when you come and give me an unexpected cuddle my heart just melts.
You’re a loving boy, and I hope you never grow out of that, but I’m braced for the day when a kiss from me is embarrassedly wiped from your cheek.
You can torment your sister mercilessly, but you have deep empathy for her also. Always the first to hug her if she falls….and very gentle with smaller children. I love to watch that.
I can’t believe you’re five today. Those five years flash before my eyes in a series of images – smiles, hurts, adventures and joys. We’ve had ups and down as a family but you’ve always been my special boy who smells like sunshine. Our special boy.
You’ve taught me a hell of lot about myself.
You’ve taught me patience. I never had much and still sometimes I don’t have nearly enough to get through the day without losing my shizzle, but you have definitely given me many lessons in the fine art. Not always appreciated admittedly but you’re just a kid, and you’re learning to be who you’re going to be so you need to find those boundaries.
You’ve taught me to be less selfish, because I would give you my favourite last mouthful without even thinking about it, unless it’s bacon. Then you can forget about it, stinker. No matter what it is I want, what you and your sister’s needs will always come first. You are my everything, and everything I do is for you.
You’ve taught me the true meaning of love. Pure, shining love that wants nothing in return except more love, and food from the cupboard all the damned time. Where do you put all that food???
Today, you are 5. My big, sweet, darling boy.
I couldn’t prouder of you, and I couldn’t love you more.
Go off and keep spreading those wings this year. I cannot wait to watch your achievements this year because this year you’re going to fly.