My lovely big boy, my gorgeous younger son turns 10 this week. Double figures.
He was born four weeks to the day after my 30th birthday and now here we are four weeks after my 40th and he’s 10. He’s been with me for a quarter of my life.
I know it’s a cliche, but where DID that time go? A whole quarter of my life with this big, lovely boy, who lights up my life every single day.
But he was born to be 10, he’s always seemed old beyond his years – so big, so clever, so mature. He grew up as soon as he could walk and talk. From that point onwards, him and his brother were always ‘the boys’. It was always the two of them, always equals, always together.
So what can I say about my lovely boy that I haven’t said before? Probably not a lot.
He’s pretty much the best son anyone could wish for – he’s the most easygoing of my kids and doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. He’s always happy and always kind. But he’s more than that – he’s got a great sense of humour too and his cheeky grin would make anyone smile.
The fact that he’s also ridiculously clever and good at sport too is just an added bonus. These things are important, but they’re not the only things that make him who he is. He’s never arrogant and never thinks he’s better than anyone else. And it would be so easy for him to do that. He doesn’t judge people who are less talented than he is.
I am so proud when he brings home a good school report or wins a trophy for rugby or football, but most of all I’m proud that he is a good person, a person who is well-liked and people want to be friends with.
He is a person I am VERY proud to call my son.
Happy birthday, my big, beautiful boy.