120 Months.
That number doesn’t even seem possible. I don’t know how so much time has passed already. With each day, I feel you growing up and slipping away. I know you won’t every “go away.” But, you’ll need me less and while there are times I welcome that separation–the inevitable growing up that happens brings with it a bittersweet sadness.
These days have been a magical ride and I am so lucky to get to be your mom. Watching you grow into the boy you are (almost a young man) has been humbling. You are funny, kind, sensitive, loyal, honest, and determined. You are respected by your friends parents and the kind of kid others hope to have. You do all of this because it is who you are–hopefully it is who we have helped shape you to be.
Your smile gets me every time. Your laugh is infectious. You know what you like and what you don’t. I hope this resolve stays with you as the world will offer you many things that I hope you are strong enough to say no to. You have a good head on your shoulders and it will lead you in the right direction if you listen to it and not to the suggestions of your friends.
I know that we are moving into the time of your life, where I have to start being a bit more cautious about where and what I let you do. I’m glad that you are small for your age–that makes your brown skin less scary. There will be times that I don’t let you do simple things, and I hope you understand that is because I want to keep you safe. Your friends won’t always understand why there are certain things you have to be more careful of than they are. Trust your dad and I.
Follow your dreams. Leave it all out on the soccer field at every practice and game. If you want to have a chance at your soccer dream–you have to be the hardest worker at every practice and in every game. Listen. Taking criticism is hard–but it is necessary. You have to trust that the coaches know more than you do. Listen to what they are saying and think about how you can get better. Having someone give you a suggestion doesn’t mean what you did was wrong or bad–it just means there is maybe a better/different way. Be open. Understand it’s okay to not be perfect and not know everything. You cannot get better if you don’t make mistakes.
Thank you for being an amazing son. I can’t imagine what our life would be like without you. Raising you is a privilege and I have loved every minute of it.
Happy 10th Birthday Noah.

