A friend is graduating from preschool tomorrow. Yup, a friend of mine. He might not always think of me as his friend, but I am. I will be forever. When this little boy grows into a man, I will still be his friend.
He's fiery, feisty, deliberate, and amazing. He smolders, will kick rocks as he gets older, and answers questions with his eyes. He also gives the best hugs, challenges me to word games, and loves my brick breaker on my blackberry. Moody, funny, small, darling, and creative, this boy will take the world by storm. I mean it. He's that good.
I love that he is totally and completely himself. What else do you want in a child? Seriously! I don't like the kids that act like robots...mine is close, but funny.
Tonight, I made dinner in celebration of him. I must admit it, it's hard for me to watch him grow. He was born damn close to the due date of the last baby I lost. For me, celebrating that he's going into kindergarten is very much like watching a child that I might have had move through the world. I am sad and thrilled all at the same time. He, and others children the same age, provide me a glimpse into the life I might have been in.
When he hugs me, it means the world.
Dude (why does she call me dude? ) remember who you are, remember the things that are funny to you now, remember that the women around you love you for exactly who you are. Know that you and your family mean the world to me...thank you for being the small child I didn't have and giving me the opportunity to witness your growth.