Owens 7th Birthday

Motherhood

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The last 7 years of raising Owen has been an absolute pleasure. I can’t take all the credit of how he has turned out so far because he has had a incredible amount of people who have helped love and raise him, I’m just happy to have been a part in it. Thinking back to when Owen was a baby, he was that baby who was always smiling, loved the attention he got from his bright red fluffy mop of hair and greeted everyone with his big blue eyes. He was a very easy baby, always content, always happy and a little shy. I never had to worry about what he was getting in to, he always waited for me to get him out of bed, he was a good little eater and all around easy going.  As the years have passed, not much has changed except that he continues to grow in to a confident, funny, old soul. ( tears are filling my eyes)… I just feel so lucky.

Now that he is 7 years old, it feels like a bit of a adjustment for me. He doesn’t need me as much anymore and I find it harder figuring out where I fit in as his parent. My role is also changing and the way we spend time together changes, mostly me trying to keep up with how to play a video game (I’m horrible btw) and being his friend but also his parent. I’m sure other parents know what I’m going through, our kids are growing out of being our baby and becoming more independent and as much as thats exactly what you want, its also hard. This being said, I’m so proud of the person he is becoming and I’m excited for whats to come. He has an incredible heart and wants the world to be a better place. He said to me the other day “I’d like to be a chemist when I’m older so that I can cure cancer.” He blows me away.

Owen, from the time you were in my tummy, I have always loved you. You have made me a better person. You bring so much joy to myself and everyone around you. Never loose your sense of humour, love for life, love for humanity. I hope you never try to find out what comes after “3” because Ive never had to count past “3” when I want you to do something. I hope you can always find some time for Mommy even when you’re older. I hope you know that I’ve loved you from the moment I met you, and I always will. Happy 7 years to you, my heart!

Mommy Loves you.

 

Suzanne Toth

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