I have absolutely no idea what to say.
My kid is five. My amazing, funny, high maintenance, gobsmacking, utterly hysterical, kind, sweet, thoughtful little guy is a whole hand old, and I’m in awe of him. He’s come so far in such a short time, dealing with utter equanimity the bizzare turns this past week has thrown at him, from the announcement that we’re moving to spring break at the amazing Camp Grammie’s to his father suddenly showing up rather unexpectedly for his birthday. My son is a brilliant, sparkling soul, a ray of sunshine in my crazy life, the anchor to my heart, the pulse in my soul. Without him, I never would have found myself again, and relearned the joy of living. Without him, I never would have found the courage to stand up for what is right and true and wonderful — about myself, about him, about the world.
He is an utter delight. I think about him all the time, I miss him when he’s not around, I beg him to be quiet for a minute when we’re together. I am the luckiest mother in the whole world, to have such a blessed little creature. Thank you, my son, for teaching me the true meaning of love.
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