Today is your Fifth Birthday. Over the past two months your brain has totally quadrupled in the power it wields, and you’re freaking me out with how fast you’re changing. You’ve learned to read. You’ve learned to spell. You’ve learned how to negotiate and how to be devious. You’ve become adept at video games, and know the difference between E for Everyone and T for Teens. Every moment you’ve been alive I’ve been following you around with my mouth agape and scratching my head because while at times I believe I’m next to you, you unexpectedly round a corner I’m not prepared for, and you make my head spin. I am so profoundly proud of you.
I have no idea how your future will play out or what challenges are ahead of you. I know that you are terribly kind-hearted and sensitive and that you have such a tremendous ability to understand what people are experiencing around you. My wish is that you will grow to find your own voice and be confident enough to use it.
Not to get too cuckoo on you (and I know I’ve got to keep this short because your patience for my sentimentality is waning by the day) but you’ve given me an unshakable hope for this world. I know that this planet is filled with mothers. And I also know that the way I feel about you is not unique, these feelings of primal love and nurturing are worldwide in the mother-sect. So I just need to thank you for this peace you’ve brought to me. When I worry about how much the world sucks sometimes I go back to that.
I go back to remember that my love for you is the same love that is happening all over the world, and that brings me peace.
Roan, my boy – I love you like crazy baby.