You have just turned 7 and sometimes I look at you and wonder when you turned into such a grown up little boy. You are at that wonderful age where it's still okay to hold my hand and are willing to give me cuddles. I hope this continues for a few years yet. Although I'm prepared for the day that holding your mum's hand isn't cool.
You play rugby on a Sunday morning and are very fast. Built like a winger, I know I'll never have to watch you in a scrum! Thankfully. You play football for our local team and have also played for your school with the year 3, 4 and 5s, even though you're only in year two. You adore playing football and I don't know what we'll do when the season finished in a couple of weeks! You also swim every week and are happiest when you're active and even your imaginative play involves sports!
It's fair to say that your behaviour has been testing for the past six months. You have always been so easy to parent that's it's come as a bit of a shock to us. I know you're working your way through new emotions and are simply testing boundaries, but it doesn't make it any easier when you're telling me that you hate me. I shall always respond with the fact that I love you, because I do. I love you so much and I know that you don't mean the thing you say to me.
You're a very sensitive little boy, who has a very strong moral compass when it comes to others, but it is sadly more ineffective when it comes to your actions! This year our wonderful cat Bruce died and you were devastated. I know it's upsetting, and it's hard for me and daddy too because he had been with us for twelve years, nearly as long as we've been married!
You like to make us laugh. This morning you put a fake poo in our bed and pretended I had pooed in bed. It made us all laugh and I look forward to the pranks you will pull in the future! Just be warned, we can give as good as we get when it comes to pranks!
I am so proud of your work at school. You put in so much effort to perfect your reading and it's amazing to see it paying off. You're also incredibly good at maths, and I'm already struggling to keep up with the times tables you throw at me!
I love you so much little boy. You're amazing, sensitive, sporty and kind. When you grow up you want to be a footballer. Whatever you want to be or do, I shall support. Keep on being you little man.
Love, Mummy. x