The first thing that Owen said to me this morning was “Mom. This is the last day that I will be 7!” I almost cried. How can this be that 8 years have gone by when it feels like it was yesterday that he was placed in my arms.
Looking back on all the photos above brings back so many memories of our times together. When Owen was born everything about me changed. I was a completely new “me”. This precious little life sparked something in me that I never knew existed, love that I never could have imagined and this little human came first before all.
From the beginning, Owen really had me fooled in to thinking I had this whole Mom thing figured out. At a very early age he was sleeping through the night, he never went through a terrible teething stage…a terrible two stage… there was nothing terrible about being his mom. I stayed at home with him that first year never wanting to be away from him. The only night I can remember going out is for my birthday, other than that, all I wanted was to be with him.
Moving on to ages two and three my life turned in to creating the most amazing forts and building ramps for his trucks and cars.
When he first started kindergarten, I cried… I never let him see me cry but boy did I miss him. Grade 1 was hard, that year we experienced a “bully” and a really mean teacher. I say “we” because as a parent, you ever feel an enormous amount of pain for what your child is going through. Grade 2 was the year of rebuilding his little spirit and regaining faith that school was a fun place. Owen had an amazing teacher and I know she is 100% the reason he has an excellent start this year in grade 3.
Owen is my first true love, the one that stole my heart completely, he is an old soul and an incredibly loving brother. I’ll never know exactly what I did to deserve him, but every day I am so proud to be his MOM.
Happy 8th birthday my sweet boy! We love you forever and always. X0x