To my first baby,
In just a couple of weeks, you are turning twelve. It’s the last year before you become a teenager.
You have walked through a challenging year with the divorce of your dad and me, moving into my home and switching houses each week, and the deaths of your aunt, your dog, and your cat.
At eleven years old, I know I wouldn’t have been able to navigate life as you have. I am in awe of how you adapt to your ever-changing life daily. There have been so many hard days this year, but you constantly remind me (even when you’re driving me bonkers or your sisters are bickering) how lucky I am that you came first.
As you enter this last year before you become a teenager, I hope you can still find time to be a kid. I hope you continue to make mistakes, which is the best way to learn. I hope you continue to find the things you are passionate about, whether baking, playing clarinet, or trying something completely new.
And most importantly, I hope you continue to see the good in people and find joy in your day.
You have always been able to find the silver lining in whatever life throws your way. In your first twelve years of life, I have learned so much from and with you.
It has been my greatest joy watching you grow into the person you are. Someone compassionate, empathetic, joyful, reserved, helpful, and most of all, kind.
Keep being the person you are. You have always been able to be your authentic self, which usually takes a lifetime to learn.
I love you and am thankful for you every day. Happy 12th birthday!
Love,
Mama
