It’s hard to believe that seven years have gone by since I became a Mom.  My baby has become a little boy right in front of me.  And it’s been fun witnessing his growth with all the milestones; walking, riding a bike, blowing a bubble, whistling, starting school, printing his name, and most recently reading.  And the best part?  There’s more to come.

My Little T has always been full of energy.  While in my belly he would kick, kick, kick, kick, kick and then nothing.  I joke that he is either on or off!  Coming from a childhood of countless hours of solitary play with Barbies, adjusting to his preference of high action pirate play and laser sword fighting like Star Wars has kept me on my toes. But I leave the intensive action like wrestling to Daddy with my claim that I’m not made of playdough.

But his tenderness is just as strong as his energy.  Each morning I wake  up hearing “I love you, Mommy! Let’s snuggle!”  He is (now!) sleeping in his own bed but still sneaks in beside me in the middle of the night.  I don’t mind one bit.  Throughout the day he randomly calls out “Mommy?”  “I love you”.  I know there will come an age where he won’t be as expressive with his love, and that it may even be replaced with the opposite feeling. Until then,  I’m soaking it up.

Even though his parents are devoted foodies, he is not as adventuresome with food but surprises us with some of his likes such as Escargot and Mussels.  But
he still likes dipping his bread in good olive oil and “the black stuff” (Balsamic) which keeps us hopeful.  Since our move to Germany he has become especially fond of eating sausage.  Lucky for him, as I doubt this country will ever have a shortage.

He’s been through a lot of change in the past few years, changing Kindergarten a few times, moving away to a new city, and starting grade 1 twice in different schools.  Making friends doesn’t come easy for him, as he has always had a preference to play on his own but I am proud of his effort in trying to fit in at his new school.  He is starting to arrange his own playdates, is part of a little Star Wars club in his classroom, and easily managed to think of 7 kids to invite to
his birthday party.  And, he is fortunate to have his closest friend from the area we use to live in come for a visit this week-end and celebrate his actual birth day.

They say that the age of a child between 6 and 8 years are considered the Golden Years, as they become more independent  (no longer needing the constant supervision as in the baby/Toddler stage) but they still enjoy spending time and having fun with parents.  I am certainly enjoying this time and love his curiosity, even if it constantly drives me to the Internet to look up the answers to many of his endless questions.

Today is Little T’s Birthday and I look forward to his 7^th year.  Happy Birthday, my Little Monkey!

And thank you for choosing me to be your Mommy.