Our Biggest Fans

"Go Mommy... you can do it!"

Those were the words I heard this past weekend while Aiden and I were out bowling with my Godparents and God sister. Every time it was my turn to bowl, without hesitation, he'd faithfully jump up and down, declaring how awesome I was and how great I could be at bowling -- even if I didn't think I could do a good job.

He was definitely my biggest fan.

And the cheerleading didn't start with our little trip to the bowling alley. A few weeks ago, I was giving our living room a facelift by painting the walls in horizontal stripes (it's pretty dope... I'll share pictures once everything is complete), and Aiden was right there with me, cheering me on.

"I like your work, Mommy."

"Umm.... I'm not sure that I like that color, but I still like your work."

"You did a really great paint job, Mommy."

"Wow, Mommy... you did good!"

The cheering goes on and on.

Thing is, here I thought that I am the one who's supposed to be cheering him on. Here I thought that I am the one who's supposed to tell him how much I believe in him, how awesome he is, and what great things he can accomplish if he focuses and puts his mind to it.

But once again, he's taught me about love and life and what unwavering support looks and sounds like. He's witnessed me work hard in grad school, celebrated my graduation with me, watched me go to work and change jobs and get promotions. He's been there with me and has cheered me on every step of the way.

He's definitely my biggest fan.

And for that reason alone, I will push harder than I've ever done before, work smarter than I've ever done before, and go get my dreams like our lives depended on it.

Because it does.

At the end of the day, he's the best part of my day. And I want to make him -- my biggest fan -- extremely proud of me.