O sweet child, I can't imagine it's been four and more decades since I first held you in my arms - time sure flies!
You are my wild child. A truly free spirit. A divine gift. Miracle baby of mine.
Every single child is a gift. But you, my wild one, have rocked my world.
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| illustration of Max from "Where the Wild Things Are" by Maurice Sendak |
You taught me how to be a mom. To embrace the joys of motherhood.
You taught me how to love unconditionally. You taught me how to embrace life. You taught me how to brave the world and leave it better.
You dream up of “fun adventures” no one would ever imagine.
Where others work to keep you safely in, you see a hidden door to your secret garden.
Where a bath is set to keep you clean, you see an undersea adventure with Ariel in her vast ocean.
Where the bed is made for you to sleep in, you see a portal in time to launch you into other worlds.
At every turn, you find new limits to test, places to explore, and journeys to be discovered.
You have been a creature of the wilds since the day you were born.
Relentlessly a dreamer, endlessly exploring, eternally creative.
Dancing to the music of the spheres.
Here to make your very own mark on the world - when we all let you be.
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