My life changed drastically 7 years ago today when, my son, Aiden was born. He was my first born and he had my heart from day one. I mean literally had my heart the second 2 pink stripes appeared on that pee stick I was completely in love with him.
I would like to tell you something about him in honour of this day.
He is so incredibly creative and imaginative. He loves to develop and write stories with characters in it that can only come from his ideas and thoughts.
The art that he creates, be it a picture he draws or a costume he creates, you can be sure that every detail is thought of, from spectacular laser beam guns to the extra powerful goggles that can see all the way to China.
He loves to make up games and comes up with names and rules for all of them sometimes not even taking a breath or a moment to think about it. You have to pay attention when you are playing though. New rules are added or the old rules change at the blink of an eye as the game progresses (He does own the intellectual property on them so he’s entitled).
He likes to make ‘potions’ and create things in the kitchen that Julia Child would be proud of. He is not afraid to try different things just to see what happens. He usually has me on the edge of my seat waiting for the strange reaction he is so convinced will happen.
Aiden leaves a wake of destruction behind when he is in his creative mode. It always amazes me how one little boy can leave such a mess behind. He writes one story or draws one picture and it looks like a bomb went off in the room he’s working in. Don’t even get me started on the kitchen after he’s made dessert, following the recipe in his head of course. As much as I dislike the mess now I know that it will one day, all too soon, be gone. Probably long before I am prepared for or want it to.
His creativity is but just one thing that makes up the gorgeous but complex little boy with brown hair and freckles living in my house. Trust me, I could go on, in great detail about him and all the wonder and joy he brings to us.
As I tucked him into bed last night I asked if his last day as a 6 year old was a good one. He confided in me that he wishes he could be 6 just a little longer.
As I kissed my 7 year old goodbye this morning, so did I.
Happy birthday to my beautiful boy. May 7 be your luckiest and best year ever!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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