It’s the eve of your 5th birthday. I’m not going to lie, I’m utterly exhausted. You’ve pushed me to my limits today. This is a recurring theme I might add. I would be lying if I said you were a laid back, low maintenance kind of boy. You’re not. Never have been, probably never will be. So, our days are jam-packed with chatter, activity and general hyper-ness. There’s not an awful lot of respite. And I get impatient with that. For that I’m sorry. But man, you make your dad and I work our asses off, all day long! So please do forgive us for the times we’ve wanted to hit mute and wring your scrawny wee neck.
Let’s skip back to 5 years ago this evening. I had already been in labour for about 2 days. You were the laziest little monkey around. If only that were a sign of things to come. After 56 hours and copious amounts of pain relief, you were eventually born via forceps in the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary at 9.09am on 23rd May 2012, weighing in at 7lbs 13oz.
That morning our lives changed forever. It’s amazing how you are simply entrusted to look after a new baby with zero training and everyone just expects you to get on with it. Turns out you just do. We had no idea what we were doing, and we probably still don’t.
Since then we’ve had sleepless nights a-plenty, Birthdays, Holidays, Christmases, your dad and I getting married, tantrums, long and tough days, days filled with adventure and fun, potty training, movie nights, den building, fussy eating, story-telling, laughs, tears, sickness, poo (lots and lots of poo) and everything in between.
We’ve also went from a family of 3 to a family of 4 and you’ve taken that in your stride. You’re the completely typical older brother. Protective, loving and playful whilst also sneaking a wee kick in whenever you think we’re not looking. I have a younger sister wee guy, I know ALL the tricks!
We couldn’t wish for anything different though as that wouldn’t be you would it? You’re a boy who is full of mischief, far too clever for your own good (which is already resulting in teenage-like backchat) and with a mind that races from one idea to the next so by the time we’ve finally figured out what the game is that you want to play, you’re already two games further on. We’ve always said you’re going to do something creative when you’re older. Either that or become a dictator. Maybe not though. Today you proclaimed you’re going to be a scientist when you’re ‘a grown up’.
We don’t really care too much what you do (though it will make for embarrassing conversations with friends if you do choose the dictator route. But you know us, ever the supportive parents!) What we do care about is your health and happiness. That you always treat others with kindness and respect. That you do things in your own way. That you live life to the fullest. Which you do so completely now. So really, grow as a person but never lose the 4-year-old in you.
Happy Birthday wee guy.
Love you to the moon and back.