August 14, 2018
Dear Maxwell
Today you are 14 years old. I have loved watching you work so hard to define your identity. You have decided to wear bejeweled chains, get beads and braids in your hair, and wear pink belts. As a true demonstration of your teenagerness, you got a phone. It wasn’t the phone you had hoped for, but you were grateful and didn’t complain, although you immediately began planning ways to earn an upgrade. Without being asked, you had it charging in our bedroom before you went to bed. The idea of trust is starting to sink in.
You have a good work ethic. You complete your mowing jobs without being told or reminded. You are competitive, but lately have managed your temper much better when you play with someone better or bigger than you.
This summer you attended overnight basketball camps and a week long encampment where you proved your independence and confidence to yourself and to us. I am enjoying watching you gain your autonomy.
Every Sunday I get a chance to scratch your back through sacrament meeting. Even when you don’t want to be there, I am Grateful for the time to be together.
You and Eliza are becoming fast friends and I see your relationship growing as you attend high school together. You have been making extra efforts with Marcos too and I know how much he looks up to you as both a protector and friend.
I love you so much it takes my breath away. You have been a special healing gift to me and are teaching me so much about love.
Happy birthday son,
Love Mom
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