On Saturday my son Jacob turned eight years old.
Just like every year on one of my children’s birthdays, I once again became ridiculously sentimental. How did this happen? How did my chubby-legged little baby turn into this big kid who can ride a bike and read chapter books and calculate three times 24 in his head? It’s baffling, which is strange because I am the one who was there every step of the way.
But, you know, there’s something about birthdays that makes you stop and take stock and realize just how much growing your kid has done. When you slow down for a second you can really see just how much change has happened during the past year, and the past eight years.
So what is my eight year old son like? He’s very good-natured. As a testament he completely took it in stride when his birthday present was broken and had to be returned to the store. He loves to tell a joke – in fact, maybe a little bit too much. He’s friendly and outgoing. He’s still committed to his dream of one day being a YouTuber. He likes to play video games and he recently learned to ride a bike. When he grows up he wants to be a chemist so that he can do experiments and make things explode. He’s played baseball for the last three years and he is a good hitter. He’s finally tall enough to ride the big roller coaster at the amusement park and he’s almost as much of a daredevil as his big sister.
During the past year I was at school full-time earning my teaching degree. Now I am out the other side and looking forward to a great year spent with my eight-year-old. If things go to plan there will be family vacations and school breaks that we can enjoy together. We bought family ski passes for the winter, so we will all hit the slopes together. I want to take advantage of this time and make memories while I can. If the past eight years have taught me anything it’s that time flies, and this will all be over before I know it.
Happy birthday to my boy!