I think by now, the whole world has already known about my first born hitting his teens. I've pretty much whined and broadcasted it everywhere. It's pretty much all that I could talk about all week. I mean, really, HOW CAN YOU NOT?!
THEY GROW UP WAY TOO FAST... and I don't think anything can ever prepare me for this.
I have a teenager in my hands. It felt just like yesterday that I held him in my arms for the first time. He was purple/blueish. I was scared. I was 16 and had nothing but random nurses checking up on me and a gameboy to distract me in the delivery room - it was that time of the SARS outbreak in Hong Kong and families weren't allowed in.
But here we are now.... 13 years later.
I am amazed at how he has grown up to be.
He asks a lot of questions.
He simply requested FAMILY TIME to celebrate his birthday.
When he was six - he wanted clothes and fruits as his birthday presents. (He totally got a fruit basket!)
He's grown up to be a lot mature than he should be at his age.
I trust him, I would say.
I don't ever want him to change or be any different.
He is my world.
His hugs are the best.
And like any mother, I just want him to stop growing - But I kinda have to let that go, don't I?
I'm happy for him. I'm happy he's growing and learning... and finding his own perspective in life.
And yes, I am THAT kind of MOM that begs her kids to please please... can we do your birthday photos???? I promise to make it super coooool!!!! :D
I love you Ecko - to the moon and back. You sir, make me incredibly proud.
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