My son turned ten yesterday. While looking at him eager to open his birthday presents, I saw a movie in my mind of this entire life so far. The time I was pregnant of him and so proud of that! The feeling of having him moving inside my womb was so special. The day he was born, the strong bond between mother and child, the care, the sleepless nights, his first smile, first words, when he was about to learn to walk still twisting his little round legs... His discoveries, accomplishments, dreams, the building blocks of his personal journey of growing up... He has matured so much in ten long years! He is so beautiful inside... his sensitivity toward people surprises me and touches me so deeply! He has a very unique way to stare at life and embrace it. I learn so much from him, from who he is! I admire his tenacity to overcome the so many challenges he has to face every single day. When he goes to sleep, I love the way he holds me, as a koala bear hugging a tree. It is so great to a mother to feel she is taken as a safe harbor and source of love and acceptance by her children. It is a wonderful feeling! I am so lucky for being able to enjoy it every single night. I know I am!
