I remember the days when I was 10 months pregnant, feeling enormous in the sweltering heat. It felt like you were playing soccer in my belly, and honestly, it seemed like the other team was winning. Heartburn kept me up at night while I frantically prepared your room for your arrival—only to find out I had an extra 10 days to wait.
After a grueling 24 hours of labor, you finally made your entrance into the world. Just when I thought I was fully dilated, the new doctor informed me that you were facing challenges and a C-section was necessary. I couldn’t help but laugh and tell him he had the wrong patient; I had endured all those hours, and you were destined to arrive “the natural way.” But you had your own plans—wrinkled, purple, and a bit furious! We quickly welcomed you into the family and took you home.
You crawled, then walked, consuming everything in sight. You spoke your first words, belted out the ABCs, and counted to 10. Then, illness struck. You battled through sickness after sickness, requiring ear tubes and asthma medication, but soon found some relief.
Then came your sister! Initially, I believed you wanted her sent back, and sometimes I still think that’s true. But you became her role model, teaching her how to run, jump, and play, and she worked hard to keep up with you. You two are the best of friends, yet also each other’s fiercest rivals. I can’t help but worry about the boys who may come into her life—they’d better meet your standards!
You participated in toddler gymnastics, soccer, swimming lessons, and pee-wee T-ball. You thrived, running, jumping, kicking, and swimming with abandon. When you started school, you told me how much you liked your new teacher and enjoyed spending time with your friends. You lost your two front teeth but still wore a brilliant smile.
However, school presented challenges. You had friends and were generally happy, but reading was a struggle. I felt lost in how to help you, until we found a wonderful doctor. We learned that dysgraphia is quite common among left-handed children. With a plan in hand, we secured a tutor, an occupational therapist, and a physiotherapist to support your needs.
One night, I discovered you sneaking in some reading after bedtime, a flashlight clutched in your hand. I was so pleased I couldn’t even be mad! I did a little jig in your room. While school still isn’t your favorite activity, you’ve shown remarkable perseverance, willingly taking on extra work. Your progress is evident as your grades have improved, with Cs and Ds exchanged for solid Bs. You are blossoming, and I couldn’t be prouder.
Today, you turn 10. How did we get here? It feels like just yesterday I was welcoming you into the world! I must have blinked.
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In summary, reflecting on your journey from infancy to this remarkable milestone of turning 10 fills my heart with joy and pride.