That's how old Aiden turns today.
He woke up this morning and said, "Today is my birthday!" I shared in his excitement with a hug and a big smile.
I'm sitting here getting all teary-eyed that God has entrusted me to take care of and guide this intelligent, thoughtful, curious, funny, quirky, tells-it-like-it-is, joyful kid.
It was 2:10 in the morning on October 28, 2007, and my life changed. Forever. For the better. Through graduate school and single motherhood and climbing the career ladder and a slew of other obstacles, Aiden has made this journey so worth it.
Through good times and trying times and sometimes having more month than money... and sleepless nights and stressful mornings and sometimes worrying... and pushing myself to be better so that I can give him better.
Am I doing this right? Am I enough for him? Am I setting him up for success enough? Am I supportive enough? Am I setting enough things up in order to steer him towards greatness? Yes, I've asked myself those questions. Many times. But then I look at his smile and I see how happy and loving he is, and I know I must be doing something right.
When times get rough, I always remind myself that this one thing is true: It's easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. Thanks Frederick Douglass for the constant reminder.
He enjoys cultural outings and swimming and soccer and play dates galore. He likes superheroes and science experiments and hands-on learning activities and exploring his surroundings and asking questions. He challenges the status quo. A lot. I applaud him for that. He wants to start martial arts, like yesterday, and I can't wait to sign him up for it so I can see my little karate kid in action. He wants our next vacation to be at Disney World because he's in love with the hotel that we stayed at during our visited. Yes, the hotel. Not the rides, not Magic Kingdom, nor Animal Kingdom, nor Epcot. The hotel.
I feel so incredibly blessed to call him my son.
Happy birthday sweet Aiden. I love you with every fiber of my being.