
T is 9 today at exactly 9:44 am. This gives me pause. WHen did this happen? I can hardly believe that 9 years ago today, I was so afraid I couldn't give him the life he needed, but I was determined to try. And, here he is-a finer little man than I could have hoped for. I should have had a bucket to catch all the tears I shed when he entered fourth grade, but not just because he's getting older and I can see his rapid changes, but because I'm so amazed by him. I can't believe his bravery. He marched into his new school with no fears, just confidence. He made three new friends on the first day. He had a girlfriend by the second. He has already won an award for great behavior. He has already helped someone who needed a friend. I don't know why he is mine, but I know that there are big plans for him on this earth, because he posesses a sweetness and maturity that rarely touches a child of his age. So, today, I'm just so glad to be his mom that I can't stop crying...I'm such a baby-he's more mature than me!



