Tomorrow is Robo boy's 9th birthday.  We're having a party this evening with a few friends.  He's so excited.  We're all so excited.  Especially Bubbles, who has been asking first thing when she wakes up every morning for the past 2 weeks, "Is it Roboboy's birthday yet?"

I'm doing a children's party, which I haven't done for quite some time.  We're doing a pirate theme.  I'll try to post some photos and tell y'all about it soon.

But I wanted to just jot down, while I have a little time, some of my thoughts about this only son of mine.

When I found out we were having a boy, I must admit, I was a little afraid.  I am one of three sisters, no brothers, and have never really hung out much with guys.  I am a girly girl.  I love pretty things, stuff that glitters and sparkles and smells good, and I absolutely hate to get my hands dirty.  My mom tells me that when I was 2 years old, I would go to her and ask to have my hands washed if they were dirty or sticky or icky in any way.  I had no clue how to take care of a boy.  Snakes, and snails and puppy-dog tails and all that.

I have learned so much from this precious son.  I've learned how to get my hands dirty.  I've learned how to play with little cars, superhero action figures and Legos.  I've learned just how little patience I have, and just how much I need.

Roboboy is my "cuddler".  My 2 girls sometimes push me away when I want to hug or cuddle them, if they're not in the mood, but not Roboboy.  He loves to scoot right up beside me and put his head on my shoulder or in my lap.  And he's ticklish.  I just love to grab him and give him a good tickle, and listen to him giggle.  And I love it when he comes back to me once he's caught his breath, and (literally) asks for more!

Roboboy is dyslexic, and while homeschooling him has been one of the greatest challenges I have ever undertaken, it has also provided me with the greatest joys and blessings too.  Every little step of progress, every little success, every victory, I've been there to see it, and I've been a part of it.

I have learned more about myself and my own character has been developed more in homeschooling with him for the past 3-1/2 years, than through any other single thing in my 40 years of life.

I love this child of my with a fierce passion that I never imagined possible.  He is my joy and my delight.

So, now, please excuse me.  I hear the doorbell, and I think the first of our party guests have arrived.  I can smell the pizza in the oven, and I've got a party to throw.  Yo-ho-ho, me hearties!

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