𝕄𝕪 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕥,
Today you are 9. Last night, I was thinking about the day before you came into this world. I had resigned myself to going overdue after trying several “foolproof” methods for controlling my own labour (acupuncture, primrose oil, walking, walking, and more walking….)
I crawled into bed naive and annoyed that I couldn’t decide on my readiness for your arrival.
I finally decided to let go…you would come when you were ready. I fell asleep to your elbows and knees nudging me and woke up at 0430 to water running down my legs…
Time is a funny construct. There’s collective agreement on measures of time – year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second. Yet, the perception of time is subjective. When I was in labour with you, seconds felt like hours. And from the time I laid my eyes on you, it feels like life has passed by in the blink of an eye. There have been so many beautiful moments in my life with you. So many times I wished God would just pause time because I know I’m in one of the happiest times of my life and I want to hold on to it for just a little bit longer.
This past year, you’ve honed your interests. You LOVE all things hockey. Hockey cards, games, players, the Oilers, Connor McDavid, Evander Kane, playing mini sticks. You’ve perfected the Naruto run. You spend hours diligently organizing and reorganizing your hockey, Pokemon, and Yu-Gi-Oh cards into binders.
This year, I’ve noticed a surge in your confidence. You’ve developed a competitive nature that surfaces when you play mini-sticks with Derk and dispute the score with the referee/score-keeper (Ruby).
As your character continues to develop, your deep soul continues to be as loving and patient as ever. You are wise beyond your years Emmett. You astonish me in moments of my own self-doubt when you affirm the things my heart longs to hear or by asking questions in a way that sheds light on what’s truly important. This past year, during one of our deep, candid conversations about the significance of a name, you looked me directly in the eyes and said, “We know you’re always our real mom, mom.”
Your smile, your laugh, your energy – I’m so thankful for you.
Cheers to another year of growth, love, laughter and slap shots.
I love you baby.
Happy Birthday Emmett.
Love,
Mom
MSMAMACHIC 