My son turns eight today. Eight doesn't seem so bad, it's the odd numbers that get me, you know 9, 11 and especially 13! But eight is ok, he's still a little boy that lets me snuggle and kiss him. He still thinks that Mommy is the best girl in the whole world, and he still thinks I'm pretty smart!
He's quite upset that he doesn't get his present until supper time, but my husband would be so mad if I let my son have it before he got home from work.
I try to make the kids birthday's as special as I can. I always felt a little depressed at my birthday, never getting the attention that I wanted. Who knows what it is that I wanted, but still, there it is. I took the kids to Shakers, we climbed the wall a bunch of times, played laser tag a lot, and I even let them play the games. I don't usually allow the games, but it's all for my son. I always want them to grow up and look back on "their special day" as just that, special. I think that every kid deserves at least one day that is all about them.
He doesn't even know it yet, but we got him an ipod for his birthday - he is going to be so happy. He gets to break a plate at the Greek place he chose for supper and then we get to see the new Wimpy kid movie. I hope he always knows, and feels just how special he is to me, to us as a family. This time 8 years ago, we got the shock of our life. What we thought was a little girl, turned out to be our little boy and changed our whole life.
Happy Birthday my little April fool's baby - I love you more than you can ever imagine!
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