My eldest is turning 8..
My eldest child, is very nearly 8, infact 8 years ago I was in hospital and waiting for him to arrive. I can still remember the fear, and excitement I felt while I waiting to meet him, my first born, the one who made me a Mummy. I remember the rush of love I felt when I first held him, I remember the frustration when he just would not sleep, at all. I remember the first smile, the cheeky grins, the inquisitive side of you which has grown into a desire to learn about everything. All these things I remember, and more about my wonderful soon to be 8 year old.
B is amazing, while we have our battles about who should be putting the LEGO away, or finding the school shoes, we also share lots of laughter. I never cease to be amazed by how brave he can be, or how understanding of things which some adults might struggle with. Not a day goes past when he doesn’t make me proud, but I’m not sure he knows quite how proud I am of him? The answer is VERY.
For some reason, B turning 8 is quite an emotional time, I guess it’s when someone pointed out that we’re half way to him being 16 and very independent. It is quite frightening to think that time passes quite so quickly, especially when I can remember moments from the first few days with a tiny newborn quite so clearly!
So, to my wonderful eldest son, I wish you a very Happy 8th Birthday!