I am not entirely sure how it happened, but I am suddenly the mother of a six-year-old boy.
To say that I am proud of our son is a terrible understatement. This bright bubbly dinosaur-loving boy is our absolute joy. I am the kind of mom who sees these milestones as "little bereavements" too, and just like the night before his first birthday, I spent a moment over his bed and watched him sleep, knowing that a little piece has slipped through my fingers. Though I am so excited to see what year SIX has in store for him! I read a cute little book before I was married written from the point of view of the mother of the bride. She remarked that although the umbilical cord is cut right after birth, there is always an invisible string that connects a mother to her children, and though it gets longer and longer the older they get, and the further they travel, that connection is ever-present. Today that invisible string that connects my heart to my son stretches a little longer, but it is with a full and happy heart that I send Sam out into the world of being 6.
(now, I KNOW that the song plays twice. It was just THAT perfect.)