I ended my last blog with talking about how quickly my son was growing up. He turned 5 over the weekend and that feeling of bittersweet emotion hit me harder than ever. I know it might seem silly to some since he's still just a kid. He's no longer a baby or a toddler. He's a big kid. Growing up more and more each day. It seems that each year goes by quicker than the last. Every year on his birthday I replay his birth story in my head longing to remember each detail. Of course, I can't remember every detail but I'll always remember how it was the greatest and most meaningful moment of my life. He made me a mother. He gave my life purpose.
I am so thankful to God for giving me a son who is healthy and strong. He's also very smart and loves to learn. I hate to be the parent that brags but Matthew gives me so many reasons to be proud. As of now he can't read but he can write all the letters in the alphabet and with someone's help he's able to write words and put them into sentences. He's been writing notes to people. He loves to draw and his pictures actually look like something instead of scribbles. Most of all, he loves to sing and that's his favorite part about school. They've been learning different Christmas songs for a concert they'll be performing in December so he will randomly start belting out "Have a Holly Jolly Christmas" almost perfectly. He can also say the "Pledge" and many songs he's learned from me or at school. Yes when he recited The Pledge of Allegiance to me that almost knocked me off my feet. I couldn't believe it. I can see him as being more of a performer instead of the sporty type but that may change as he gets older. When it comes to sports he likes to follow in his dad's love of the Washington Redskins. He has yet to play any sports but I'd love to sign him up for t-ball or soccer soon. He's also come out of his shell recently and is getting so much better at interacting with people.
Well, you get the idea. He's a thriving 5 year old. One that I'm proud to call my son.
