You are now eight years old. It hardly seems possible since I remember the day you cautiously entered the world like it was yesterday.
When I think back, those early days perfectly foreshadowed the person you would become. You approach everything with a careful, watchful eye and need to do a great deal of observing before participating.
When you were a baby and a toddler, I remember that your physical and occupational therapists look down on these traits saying that you were too shy. They got that wrong – you are not shy; you are an introvert.
Your introvert personality has wonderful qualities – you are insightful, articulate, and thoughtful. You L.O.V.E. reading and writing, and you are really good at both of these.
But your introvert personality has a flip side, too. You have a tendency to overthink things. You worry a lot. Change is hard for you. I mean, really hard.
And this year has been all about change – changing schools, changing homes, changing friends, changing swim teams.
My heart broke as you struggled with all of this newness. Many mornings I watched you get on the bus with tears in your eyes. So many times I had to fight the urge to take you off the bus and let you stay home. When you struggled to go to sleep because the rush of thoughts would not stop, I would feel guilty that I passed on this horrible trait to you.
But you never gave up.
You went to school everyday and never asked me to keep you home or pick you up early.
I want to let you know how proud I am of you for fighting for your peace of mind.
I am proud of you for accepting help from others and using the tools you were given to help yourself.
You inspire me with your perseverance, your courage, and your strength.
My wish for you is to choose joy, even when it seems easier to let worry wash over you. Believe me, joy might be harder, but it is always worth it.
I will always be here for you. Always.
I love you forever,