Dear Bird,
You know I’m the sentimental type, right? My heart usurps my brain, for better or worse. You might not realize this yet, but you and I share the same constitution. I see so much of myself in you, the good bits and the not-so-good bits.
We are both smarter than the average bear (our little secret) and we are stubborn as hell. We relish being right and alienate others along the way because of it. We are opinionated and vocal, qualities that are largely good but can be perceived as negative when we talk more than we listen. We don’t lack conviction and will never be accused of complacency. While we are so much alike, there are also notable differences.
You are confident beyond measure. You’ve been this way since I dropped you off at preschool with Ms. Kris. You can enter a new situation with aplomb. When I dropped you off in kindergarten, you took your seat, picked up a crayon, and started drawing and chatting with the kid next to you. You literally did not look up when I said goodbye. I turned around with toddler Deal clutching my hand. And I sobbed. I cried not because I was sad, but because I was proud.
Here we are nine years later, and I just dropped you off at high school. High. School. My god, where does the time go? We have four short years left with you at home (because I know you’re not the basement dwelling type). I try hard not to fast forward time, yet this hourglass looms over my head with granules of sand torturously dripping. We have so much to look back on and so much to anticipate. Milestones will be paving your way, and we will be here cheering you on. You have gifts and talents and insights to share, and I look forward to you finding and using your voice. I am in awe of your ambition and know that you will do remarkable things in this world.
I know your best years are ahead of you because your dad and I have done our best to give you a cushion of good years behind you. Our little foursome sticks together. Regardless what you do, three people are behind you when you need support or a little break from standing tall. I hope we’ve laid the foundation you need to make good choices, chase dreams, frolic, find love, grow, teach, inspire, laugh at yourself, and soar. You’ll always be our Bird, after all.
Happy 14th birthday, First Baby. I love you to the moon and back.
Mom
Jennie says
Make that six people behind him. We love you bunches, and are your official NY cheerleaders. Happy Birthday, my sweet! I owe you a batch of fried chicken. xoxo