My son was selected as a star student and given an assignment by his teacher to build a timeline. This Star Student Week has something due for each day.
Day 1 was a timeline about his life, with pictures and major events in his 9 years. In other words, an AMAZING trip down memory lane, looking at little chubby gummy smiles and those fat baby legs with folds and wrinkles that are SO cute when you’re less than 3ft tall, and 2 years old.
Day 2 was Bring your favorite book, then came the parent letter on Day 3. It took me some time to put this one together. I wrote it to him, and attached a copy of his lil itty bitty baby footprints. :
I found out on Valentine’s Day 2009 that we were expecting you, and I knew in that moment that it was going to be something. On the day you were born, there wasn’t a full moon, but there certainly should have been. There were women in the halls and every birthing room was FULL. When I arrived at the hospital, I expected to be there for at least a day, because everything about being pregnant this time around was absolutely stubborn, so I felt labor would be the same way. I was wrong. We arrived at 1pm, and at 6:28pm, only 5 1/2 hours later, you arrived in this world SCREAMING. When they placed you in my arms, I checked you over to count your little fingers and toes, and make sure everything was in order. The first thing I noticed was that instead of 10 tiny fingers and toes, there were 12 fingers and 10 toes, and a little heart shaped birthmark on your back. Unlike your sister, you screamed the entire time as they washed you and put your little footprints onto paper. My immediate thought was that this baby was going to be different.
I have not been wrong. From day one, you’ve always challenged me to step up my mom game and do greater things. You’ve inspired us all to be bigger, better, and tougher because that’s the parents you need us to be. You have ALWAYS wanted to be on the go and are happiest when you’re outside running around. You’ve always the kid that thinks about the well-being of your siblings and family, from making us a cup of tea to, always thinking about picking up something for your sister on the way home from school. I hope you NEVER lose that and that you’ll learn to extend that kindness beyond just the people you love, and your choice of words.
You were given the name Terrell because we both liked it and agreed that “Terrell Taylor” sounded a lot like a superhero alter-ego. Your middle name, Xavier, happens to also be my favorite superhero, Professor X. The greatest irony is that your names mean stubborn and bright, and I feel like you’re living up to it every day. At times you’re also very mischievous, and it lends a hand to getting you into trouble, but it also adds to your overall creativity. You’ve always had the natural ability to lead and to envelope a room with your energy, and I can only hope that you use it for great things. Always remember the great words of Peter Parker’s Uncle Ben, “with great power, comes great responsibility”. That natural ability as well as the great responsibility of being an uncle to Zakai are major, and I hope you take that in kind and be the best version of yourself you can be.
It’s been an amazing journey watching you transform from from that chubby little baby eating sand on the beach, to the soccer and basketball player, and master of all things Lego that you’ve become. I don’t know where any of this will take you, or us, in life,but it’s bound to be an adventure.
I feel like this letter is even more important these days because 9 has been an interesting age for us, thus far. He’s already turning into that strange prepubescent kid with a bit of angst simply because I asked him to put his socks on.
We have a LONG ride ahead of us from what I can see. Wish me luck, and if you’re the praying type, PLEASE do.