Happy Birthday to Max!
Five years ago at this very moment I was having a freaking-out, full-fledged panic attack in the hospital preparing for my life to change. Vomiting from nervousness, asking for more meds and screaming at Hubby to put down the damned video camera. I won't bore you with the details of Max's birth (which at times felt more like an alien abduction), suffice it to say that he arrived safely around 10 am on April 12, 2005 and nothing has been the same since.
It feels very strange to have a five year old boy, I feel like I need to stop calling him "my baby". He's fiercely independent, thinks he needs to start shaving and talks about his plans to get married and kiss his wife on the mouth. I take pride in the moments where he seems so grown up, but I still prefer the times where he is super-tired and I can get him to snuggle up with me on the couch for some cuddles. Those moments are hard to come by, he's a ball of energy and sitting still is not on his agenda, so I suck them up when I can get them. Watching him read, snorkel the reefs and cenotes, helping around the house and tearing up the streets on his tricycle, I am overwhelmed sometimes at what a cool kid I've got. He's kind to animals and the planet, he's generous and loving, he's a good friend and a great kid. Yeah, he can cause trouble, but isn't that part of a five year old's job?
We celebrated Max's birthday in grand style on the weekend, a huge party with lots of food, friends and a Michael Jackson impersonator. The kids were chanting "Michael, Michael, Michael" for 20 minutes before the guy came out! Max had his MJ costume and performed his own wee version of the Michael spin, the moon walk and of course (to my chagrin), the crotch grab. I hope everyone enjoyed the party as much as we did (cause it's the last one for a few years, I told Max every birthday that starts with a "5" gets a party). Thanks to all who attended, see you in 45 years!
So happy birthday to my baby boy, my big boy, my young man. You truly are my "PYT", I love you though at times you are "Bad", please stay away from things that are "Dangerous", tell all the "Smooth Criminals" to just "Beat It", know that "You Are Not Alone" and that "I Just Can't Stop Loving You". (Readers, please forgive me for that, I just couldn't "Say, Say, Say" what I needed to say without getting all MJ goofy).
I love you baby, SWAK.