Today is my sweet baby O’s eighth birthday. I can’t believe it. The years have flown by. We did his favorite Saturday activities, adding breakfast in there for his special day. I didn’t have a party for him like I did last year. We had a big bowling party and all he wanted to do was bowl. He didn’t want to stop for his cake or presents. It was so overwhelming for him that I thought we’d spent the day doing things Owen likes instead of a party. He has no real connection to it being his birthday and what that means. Presents are still hard for him. More so the wrapping on the presents. If something is wrapped he wants it to stay wrapped. He doesn’t mind something that comes out of a box, but the wrapping paper is part of the gift or the way it should stay. He will sing Happy Birthday and Jingle Bells at the same time, not understand the time of year or that they are sung for specific reasons. But today none of that mattered. I gave him his present a week ago when it came in, right out of the box. It was a tongue drum. Every night he wants to “watch de movie” of the musician playing the drums so I got him a tiny version. He loves it and is already starting to play it well. We talked about what it means to be getting older and how amazing he is doing. I told him he can do anything he wants if he sets his mind to it. I always want him to know I believe in him. I look at how far he has come and I know the sky is the limit. I think sometimes I’m my own worst enemy because of all the boundaries I’ll set for myself thinking I can’t do something. But if you believe in yourself and you keep pushing forward you will grow. Today was a good day celebrating the love of my life. I wanted to be a mommy for as long as I can remember and the day they put Owen in my arms my world was complete. I’m thankful for my sweet baby O and all that he has given me. Know that you are important. Be bold, be beautiful, be you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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