Tomorrow , you my son turn nine & I want you to know that I am oh so happy to be your Mummy. I need to say Mummy, because of course these days you insist on calling me Mum. It’s your way of showing how you are growing up & becoming BIG. Although I act like it is not okay with me, it really is. I want you to grow up & I want you to become the amazing man that I know you will.
Nine is hard for me. It’s one birthday away from double digits & it’s almost like a half-way mark of my parenting. Yes, of course I’ll always be your Mum & hopefully you’ll always need me for something. I do know that in nine more years you’ll be 18 & that my son is when you will be BIG.
The past nine years have been my favorite years ever. You were the child that brought me into parenthood. You started this whole Barnett clan off to a great start. You have become a big brother 2 times & although those weren’t the easiest transitions in the world for a kid, you have handled them great.
When you are feeling like it, you are a great help to your sister. You show her things & help her with things that little 6 year old girls need help with. When you are feeling like it, you keep your baby brother happy & include everyone to play your games. You are growing into a leader, they both look up to you & that’s a big deal. Remember that as you make choices.
In the next nine years you will change drastically. You will grow hair in places you never thought you would. Your voice will crack & you’ll get embarrassed. You’ll find a sport that you love and excel in it. You’ll find an instrument that interests you. You’ll have good days & you’ll have bad days. You will start to look at girls in a new light & I’m fairly confident that one will break your heart & in turn I will want to spray paint her hair blue for the way she hurt your heart. You will go on trips without me. You will want to not tell me things. You will go on a trip with your dad & he will tell you all you need to know about being a man. You will pick a college/university. You will cram for tests. You will then leave me.
To say that my heart is not ready for the day you leave for college/university is an understatement. I know I have nine more years before that happens, but these nine years have literally flown by. It seems like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant, having a boy & then you made your grand entrance into this world. All 7lbs 5oz of you. You were a tiny little thing. Now look at you, so grownup, tall & handsome.
Jamie, thank you for letting me love you & I hope that I love you & your siblings well. I want you to know that I love you, will fight for you & will always be here for you. Even when you go to college/university & fall in love & replace me with the girl of your dreams. I know my place will change & another woman will hold your heart, but know that I will always love you and 9 years into being your Mummy I’m super proud of you.
Love you lots,