And then it feels like you're not.
You started middle school recently and it's already changed you. In some ways, I can see the teenager breaking free, where you push us and want your freedom. But in a lot of ways this new chapter has also unleashed a maturity that is absolutely blowing me away.
We were fighting a lot this week; I have a huge deadline coming up and you're trying to get used to your new school. Each day that I picked you up, we ended up in an argument. I made some random comment about how it felt like you're ready to fight every time you get in the car.
Yesterday, you opened the car door, dumped your huge backpack and your huge binder on to the seat and stood hunched over in the pouring rain while looking me directly in the eye.
"How was your day?!"
It absolutely took my breath away.
The fact that you would stop to think to ask me how my day was just so that our afternoon would get off to a good start. The fact that you would remember what I had said you about us trying to get along better. The fact that you try so hard.
We're both going to mess up a lot along the way. But that's all I can ask.
That we keep trying.
Thank you for being my funny, sweet, smart, caring son. Thank you for everything that you bring to our family. I love you. Happy birthday.