Charlie Boy. The one where it all started. The one who gave me the name Mom. You my boy today are 8 and I am so desperately proud of you.
You are so tall and such an old wise soul that it’s easy to forget you are just turning 8, but for me I cannot believe you are. My baby boy, so big! I still call you my little boy when telling people about you yet realise you aren’t all that little at all anymore.
This year you have excelled yourself academically. Your reading has blown everyone away and your love of books just grows and grows. You would much rather sit in your room with Diary of a Wimpy Kid or a football annual than watch TV. You absorb everything and crave to know more. Your teachers are so impressed with your reading and maths and it makes me so proud. You take it all on the chin and modest as ever.
You still come out with some amazing one liners that floor me. Me and your Godmother are glad you seem to share in our quirky sense of humour! You are an utter dude.
As your sisters have grown, you play with them more than ever. Since our trip to Disney, Mommy’s and Daddy’s has morphed into playing Aladdin! And it'[s so lovely to see before and afterschool how you love to play with them both and treat them so kindly, even though they must drive you crackers at times.
Today you are 8. Born after an emergency C-section. Your early days were unsettled and hard to look back on, but we got there boyo. You and me…against the world. We did it. And we are now so happy. You are so loved and are such an important part of the family. I know that at times I ask a lot of you, sometimes when Dad’s not here you have to become a ghost parent – I’m sorry that I ut on you so often. I don’t mean to but it can get hard. You never complain and are such a huge help to me.
Charlie boy we love you so much – even if you could lose your hand is it wasn’t attached! Never change. Always be the utterly wonderful YOU.