Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Happy Birthday Dear Tate

Today you are six.  I can hardly believe it.  We are 1/3 of the way done with your childhood.  I am so excited for you, but in a way I am also in mourning for myself.  Your baby days have been gone for a long time, your toddler time is also long gone, but I’m just getting over the fact that you aren’t even a preschooler anymore.  You’re now a boy. 

Just in the past couple of months I’ve watched you dive into boyhood.  You learned how to ride a two-wheeled bike, you’re learning to read, you play baseball better than anyone I’ve ever seen at your age.  You’re learning Spanish, memorizing Bible verses, learning to write and tell jokes.  I love listening to you talk, although sometimes I (ashamedly) forget that you’re old enough to have preferences and favorites…I guess a part of me wants to keep you in the baby stage where I get to do life for you.  I am sorry about that.  I love the boy you are and I love seeing you develop confidence in who God has created you to be and I am deeply sorry if I ever get in the way of that. 

Some things about five…you love cheetahs, the color red (and blue), the movie Cars (more than Cars 2 because Cars one has more racing), the Mariners and anything baseball related, Wild Kratts, Bernstain Bears, spinach, carrots and most kinds of meat.  Just the other day you ate a bunch of gallo pinto and you were so proud of yourself.  You went around to every boy at the table flexing your bicep to show them how strong the beans made you.

I am in awe of how quickly you’ve adjusted to life in Nicaragua.  It was a rough first month but you made it and now you are thriving.  I love listening to you speak in Spanish and I love hearing you make jokes.

I really believe this will be a great year for you.  I am excited to see how you develop and grow into the person God has called you to be.  Tate, I love you more and more each day, and I am so proud to be your mom.  You are the apple of my eye, the exclamation point in my sentence and the sprinkles on my sundae.  Life with you is always black and white-never gray! You are a wonderful, sensitive and compassionate little boy and I am so proud to call you my own.  Keep seeking after God, my love.  He loves you more than I can even express, and I am so thankful that he chose to lend you to us. 

I love you, Tate.  I hope you have a wonderful birthday.