My beautiful son, you were born 8 years ago, and whilst I really didn't feel totally prepared (who am I kidding? I still can't believe they let me take you home! I knew nothing of babies! I could kill the hardiest of pot plants, how was I prepared for a baby? Madness!), it was you who taught me how to be a mother.
Sometimes you taught me with 3am wailing. Sometimes you taught me with refusals to ever sleep again. EVER! Sometimes you taught me with projectile vomit and horror filled nappies. Simultaneously.
But mostly you taught me with sleepy cuddles, milky smiles, tiny hands clutching for mine, the nuzzles of a downy head and cooing burbling chatter.
Your love was demanding and challenging in those early days, but oh so rewarding (even though there were many a time when I wanted to place you carefully in your cot, tuck in your blankets, and then run far far away!) and with every happy smile, thoughtful embrace and whispered, "I love you", our love was further cemented and now I wonder how it was that I could have lived without you.
You also taught us how to be a family, a little clan bonded together against whatever life may throw our way. Together we could face anything! Beasts and monsters beware!
Except, it wasn't beasts or monsters that tested our bonds, it was the more mundane and suburban evils like illness, money and time.
And now, instead of my lisping, scabby kneed little boy, is a tall, lanky young man, full of humour, love and crazy ideas. Sensitive, clever and with a life of promise and success ahead.
I am so proud. (And sometimes frustrated. And cranky. But always proud.)
Happy Birthday to my little fella.
The day was filled with cake, Lego, more cake and then a whole lot more Lego.
We are swimming in Lego at the moment. We can't walk anywhere in the house without stepping on one of those little plastic brick buggers. We even went to see the Lego movie because my son is so obsessed with Lego at the moment.
And the celebrations continued with some pals, pizza, arcade games and laser tag. I am pretty sure that is little boy nirvana.
Isn't he a spunk?
And I only had to bribe him a little to have his photo with me!