Well, kid. We’ve been at this thing for a decade now. And although we’re still trying to figure it all out, I wouldn’t trade being your mom for anything in the world. Thank you for giving me life’s greatest job, for filling me up, for making me whole.
Thank you for loving me even when I might not do everything right and for [sometimes] having the persistent patience to keep showing me what you need when I don’t quite understand.
Thank you for showing me what real strength looks like — from hospital beds to crazy treatments.
Thank you for reminding me what’s important in life when the pressure that comes from this adult thing can just seem way too much.
Thank you for being resilient, for bouncing back from whatever tough stuff life throws your way.
Thank you for wearing your emotions on your sleeve, for being true to how you feel, for letting it all out.
Thank you for teaching me that joy is internal and that absolutely nobody can take your happiness when it’s rooted in what you want it to be.
Thank you for being my shadow, my road dog, my homie.
You are my amazing superhero of a boy, and I’m so better because God thought fit to bring you into this world.
Thank you for changing me, for pushing me, for growing me up. I’m so proud to be your mom.
I love you.
This made me tear up. You are a phenomenal gal and I love that Jack Jack played a big part of that.
Happy birthday handsome!