Something about turning nine is clearly a large step – we’re entering into something new, something unknown, a completely different territory of life.
Maybe it’s not that exact age for everyone, but we sense it with you. You’re growing up, figuring out who you are, becoming more self-aware of your personhood.
We’ve been having lots of talks lately about what it means to age, boggling your mind with stories of how your future hormones will probably make you want to hate us and hate your brother and hate everything else (and that you can’t let those pesky hormones win), and also, how proud we are of who you are becoming.
You’re braver than you’ve ever been, you still have your goofy kid side, and you’re brilliant, perceptive, hard-working, and thoughtful.
Wherever this journey takes you,
That you remember who you are and Whose you are,
That you remember to set a good example for your brother who infinitely adores you,
Oh – and be sure to have fun along the way.
Happy birthday to the kid who made me a mom…
I hope that you live the rest of your life with as much vigor and passion as is now contained within you.