While writing this, I’m in the hairdresser getting baby lights, and if you had to see me you’d probably chuckle – I have bits of foil all over my head while my hair gets a new lease of life, or light. The next time I come here it will be on the day of the wedding, which is exciting and terrifying. I’m not at my goal weight, whatever that is (could miracles happen in 10 days?), there’s so much to do before then, and I haven’t quite wrapped my newly highlighted head around the fact that I’ll be following you down the aisle (or pathway) as you scatter petals along the way, with hopefully the rings safely in your pocket.
It’s a time of beginnings and endings, and last week you graduated from smaller school to head to big school next year – grade one. Your school had a little ceremony of singing and certificate giving, and I was so proud, and so happy. These milestones not only signify progression, but they’re also a reminder that among all the things we can’t control, all the crappy things that happen, all our failings, there are successes and great things. It’s not that I’m not aware of it every day, but these things make me aware – and more grateful – of it harder.
I am so proud of you, but it goes more than just a certificate or ceremony. I’m proud because you’re kind, compassionate and thoughtful, things that will never be applauded at a ceremony, but virtues that mean more to me as a mom. I can’t frame them, but they will frame who you become, and how you touch and affect other people.
I love you more than all the LEGO pieces in the world, and you continue to build me up every day, and support me when I might be feeling a bit wonky.
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