I remember when we found out we were pregnant with him. We were young and we were carefree and we were enjoying the little obligations and little responsability that we had. And then one day, this amazing and beautiful gift became ours. I became a mother and I became protective and thoughtful and caring for someone other than myself. God had blessed me with this child and meant for me–me–to be his mama.
This one, he’s blessed my life in more ways than I can count. He keeps me on my toes and keeps me thinking. He keeps me aware of how I respond and how I react. He’s tender-hearted, he’s observant, he’s a lover of music and art, he’s genuine. He’s a heart-on-the-sleeve kind of guy. He’s my first born; he made me a mother. And today, he’s nine.