It seems like it was just a moment ago you were this tiny. I can't believe it's been 25 years. We had a rocky start you and I. You were late, a habit you just haven't gotten over yet. You were beautiful, and you still are. You were demanding, and that hasn't changed either, has it? You had a smile that melts my heart, and it still does. You had a scream that could raise hackles on the dead, thank goodness you got over that! Your love touched my soul, and it continues to do so. You have told me you love me, and it's felt warmer then the hottest days of summer. You have also told me you hated me, with all the vehemence and passion of a teenager. I've held your hand in the toughest of situations. I've cried tears of joy as I've watched you grow, so many more then those of sadness. I've laughed at your silliness, jokes and foibles, and you've had the good grace to laugh quietly at mine. I've watched you learn everything with a grit and determination that broke my heart. My heart has swelled with pride each time you've pulled yourself up.
You, my beautiful Christopher are my teacher. You taught me that unconditional love knows no end. You taught me that no child is a blank slate, but instead a passionate, opinionated, determined being from the first moment. You taught me to be your mother first, and a friend later. You gave me the gifts of unbridled pride and joy. Thank you.
Happy Birthday, Christopher.
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