I don’t write about my son very often. Where my daughter takes center stage (she demands it), my son prefers to run under the radar. He has a sharp wit, a sly smile, and a spectacular capacity for logical debate. And he’s really, really funny. He gets it.
The best part is that today is his day.
Fourteen years ago, this boy’s arrival transformed me into a mother, and I’m so glad he did. I’ve gotten to watch him grow and mature, moving from crawling to walking to running–literally. This past year, I’ve watched this boy of my heart realize the physical and mental benefits of physical activity.
Through running and wrestling, this boy has opened up and blossomed. He is more confident. He smiles more. He feels better. He’s doing better in school. He has swagger. He has become a leader.
He’s a great kid, my son. I can’t wait to see what he does next.
Happy birthday, Bub. You’re the boy of my heart.