I can’t believe you’re going to be 8 tomorrow. Eight! How is that even possible?
I remember eagerly anticipating your entrance into the world, wondering and worrying how I would mother you. As I held you for the first time, I thought to myself that I had never seen anything more beautiful. I felt equal parts awestruck and terrified.
I was so scared I would get everything wrong.
We’ve come a long way, you and I. I made a lot of mistakes, but you were always so gracious to forgive me. I truly believe you’ve taught me more in these last 8 years than I’ve taught you.
Your smile, half adult teeth and half baby, reminds me that while you are mature and responsible for a lot of things, you’re still a child bursting with wonder about the world around you. I am so proud of the young man you are becoming, right before my eyes.
You are compassionate, encouraging, and thoughtful, planning months in advance what you’ll make me for Christmas, Mother’s Day, and my birthday. I love your creativity, from your colorful drawings to your Lego constructions. I marvel at both your willingness to learn from others and also teach them, including your little sister.
While they aren’t always smooth, I enjoy our homeschool days filled with projects and experiments. I love watching you have those “aha” moments when you grasp a concept you’ve been working hard on, or discover something new.
You brighten my day by making me laugh with your jokes and funny faces. Even when you’re not intentionally trying to be funny, you still come up with the silliest stuff- making up words to songs and mispronouncing some of those hard names in the Bible.
I appreciate your servant’s heart, always being ready to help your Daddy, sister, or me. You do most of your chores without even being asked and go beyond what you “have to do”, willing to pitch in when needed.
It amazes me to hear you read with the comprehension and fluency of a child double your age. There are few better things than having you read to me books that I read growing up, or listening to you read God’s Word out loud.
I have treasured witnessing your faith take shape. My best moments as a mom are having discussions with you about God and His plans for your life. You are really striving to please Him in all areas, which makes my mama’s heart melt!
I am so happy you decided to follow Jesus and make Him the Lord of your life. I know I will be a sobbing mess the day you stand before the church, making a public confession of faith through baptism.
As your faith grows deeper, I pray that you would willingly walk in His ways, especially when days are difficult and He asks you to go against cultural norms. I pray that you would lead others by example: your sister, your friends, your neighbors. I know nothing God asks of you will yield anything but a Romans 8:28 good for you and great glory for Him.
Besides salvation, you are the best gift God could have given me. I am so blessed to be your mom. Happy 8th Birthday!