I don't know how this happened, but according to the calendar, my first baby turned EIGHT today. You'd think after so many years of seeing how fast the time goes I'd be used to it by now (and that I'd be able to stop crying on his birthdays), but you'd be wrong. Motherhood is like ANY good thing: it feels like it just happened yesterday and at the same time it feels like I've been this kid's mom my whole life.
Either way, he's the best thing that ever happened to me. Being his mother is a privilege and there is nothing like a birthday to make me sit back and remind myself how lucky I am.
Every year it feels like I try to find the right words to capture him and every year I fail. Sometimes I couldn't even write anything at all on his birthday and I didn't want that to happen this year because it's been SUCH a year for him. Other kids would have seen it as a difficult year, a year that could probably put at least one therapist's kids through college some day, but Alex has not only survived it, but championed it. Sometimes I wonder how he can be so good at life already when he's only eight years old.
The thing about Alexander is that his spirit is indestructable. He gets angry and sad and has bad days like anyone, but honestly, his enthusiasm can't be trampled. He is a living, breathing benefit of the doubt. And his personality is utterly infectious. I love taking him to church with us because every time I pick him up from Sunday school, I get to hear the same things about him and I always feel proud like the farmer in Charlotte's Web: "That's Some Kid you got there."
Some kid, indeed.
You know those people who radiate so much good that even if you only meet them for five minutes, you feel like you know them and that knowing them makes you feel kinda lucky? Almost as if god was having a really good hair day when he made them? Growing up, my best friend, Jill, and I had a word for people like that: we called them the SHINY people.
Alex is as shiny as it gets.
Other parents might want their kids to grow up and become dentists or stock brokers or preachers, but all I want for Alex is for him to become even more him. I guess I can assume that all parents feel this way about their children, but seriously, I GOT THE VERY BEST ONE.
Happy Birthday, Big Boy. Thanks for showing me exactly where my heart is.