I’M HAVING A PROBLEM REALIZING THAT MY ONLY BOY IS TEN TODAY. Last year I went down a walk down memory lane. I just reread that post and now I am misty eyed. Me, the one they call “Mean Mommy” when they don’t get what they want…yes, I almost cried when I saw that cute roly-poly boy with the Elvis hair.

William’s hair had a personality all it’s own. No matter how much you wet it down or cemented it to his head, it would stand straight up and wave at you. He had so much dark hair when he was a baby that we had to get it cut at 4 months. 4 months – hardly any southern mother does that! (It’s so funny to think that he has a headful of light brown hair now.)

When William was about 4.5 he kept a notebook of inventions. They were great. So full of imagination and ideas. Five years later he convinced his Dad that he wanted to show off an invention to some engineers at the company where Dave worked for 12 years. So, Dave arranged a meeting and he proofed the powerpoint presentation that William created. I cannot tell you what that meeting meant to my nine year old. I am so thankful that those engineers actually took him seriously and wanted to talk to him.

At the end of May he lead singing at a Sunday night service which was held outside in our church’s pavilion. That was a proud moment for me as a Mom.

In June he went to football camp at Auburn. And this Fall it seems like he actually remembers a lot of what he learned at the camp. War Eagle Buddy.

There’s so much more to him, but these pictures alone are proof that he is indeed a ten year old. Double digits. I convinced him that ten did not mean he was a “tween”.

I can’t wait to see what’s ahead for you William. Happy Birthday!

Love, Mom

PS: Do you think you can try to eliminate these type of things from the bottom of your backpack this year? These flat and dry items caused me some major Mom Trauma at the end of the school year. I don’t know if I’ll be able to send a tangerine with you ever again.