Dear Gabe-
You know your my strength right? You make me the quirky, go outside of the box, adventure mom that I am. Without you, I wouldn’t be any of those things.
Buddy, I am so blessed to still be your ‘mommy’, to share secret handshakes, to share deep thoughts that neither of us even understand fully yet, to know when to hug you in public & when fist bumps are more appropriate, to realize that I will say yes more to you then anyone else because you ask more.
I tell everyone I can’t wait to meet you when your an adult because you will be gentle, yet strong, sweet, but also a bad ass, powerful, yet humble. Some days, I just can’t keep up with your energy or questions or zest for hourly adventures, some days I find you the most challenging little man ever; but it’s for reasons you should be proud of, that you live in a world way beyond 9yrs old & understand things & see things past where your mind can accept. Be proud of who you are, I sure am.
Last night when you kicked my butt at laser tag 6 times in a row, I thought ‘geez I suck’, then remembered ‘no, I’m the mom playing laser tag with her kiddo because he still thinks I’m cool’. I’m savoring this time buddy, our you ‘n me nights together. Thank you for making last night happen, for questioning me every hour for a week until it did, lol… in your persistence, just like the claw machine, you make things happen, you made last night happen & you made me who I am, happen.
I freaking love you bud. Love, mom
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