Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dear Logan,

You are about to be 10 years old.

I know you think you aren't a kid anymore, but you are my kid.  I know you hate it when I tell people stories about you, but I want to share the awesomeness that is you with everyone I see.  I know you hate it when I embarass you, but it is one of the perks of having given birth to you.  (Just ask Mawmaw, you haven't even SEEN embarassment yet.)  I want everyone to see how wonderful you are in everything you do, so I will tell the funny stories and I will cheer you on at every baseball, basketball, football game (please no), or band concert or robotics club contest you ever enter. 

I also want to protect you from pain and sadness.  When something or someone hurts you it breaks my heart into a million pieces.  I just want to pull you into my arms and squeeze until the pain goes away.

I know I can't do that because you think you aren't a kid anymore. 

So just know that the extra hug tonight at bedtime was me saying that tomorrow will be better. 


Becky at lifeoutoffocus said...

Naomi!! *tears* xo

Naomi said...

I know! I cried the while time I wrote it...and I rewrote it like 10 times!

JillybeansMommy said...

The pain and sadness part is something I dread more & more. I know it's part of it and I wouldn't trade it for all of the joy, excitement and laughter... but it still sucks. He may be 10 but I am sure he's still got lots of love for his great mama!

Lizzy O. said...

Awww beautiful.

Happy very late birthday to him.
Thanks for your comment on my stash post. :-)