A letter to my son, my favorite little man:
Lately, it’s felt like we haven’t had much time together. You’re growing too fast and changing all the time. In just a few months, you’ll turn four, and next you’ll go to preschool. So many big changes are yet to come this year. You love all things dinosaur, robot, pirate, wild animal, and firefighter. You spend so much time being creative and imaginative, whether you’re drawing, dressing up in a superhero cape, or playing with play-dough. Your interest in music excites me and I can’t wait to see where it takes you. You and your dad are quite the team when it comes to defeating the Bowser on Super Mario Brothers. Aside from building and fixing things together, it’s your favorite way to spend time with him lately. You’re his little buddy, his spitting image. It brings me so much joy to see the bond you share.
You have the softest, sweetest heart. At only three years old, you already worry about others and care so much about making sure others are happy. “What’s that face? Let’s see a smile,” you’ll say, when you know I need lifted up. You’ll share your blanket and favorite stuffed animals, if it means you’ll make someone feel comforted. Every time your sister cries, you sing “You Are My Sunshine”, which soothes her and melts my heart, simultaneously. I hope you never lose this gentleness inside you.
Right now, you could live off of peanut butter sandwiches and apples. I love that you’re so healthy. It amazes me how much you like eating plain, fresh veggies without any dressing. When I need inspiration to eat healthier, I just look to you. Cooking and baking together is really special to me and I treasure that time. I hope you always keep that culinary interest.
I love that you enjoy exercising with me. It makes workouts more fun and makes me feel good to feel like I’m teaching you something important. You cheer me on and encourage me. You also love the outdoors, which unlike exercising, you did not get from me. That’s all your dad. However, you’ve taught me to enjoy the fresh air, the opportunity to make a mess, and the chance to run free. We’re in winter as I write this and my heart breaks a little knowing how much you’d love to go outside and go crazy if it weren’t so darn cold. I can’t wait for it to warm up so we can go out everyday on some sort of adventure. “It’s a beautiful day!” is one of your favorite things you tell me as I open the curtains first thing in the morning. It always reminds me to appreciate the little things in life.
I think I could go on and on about how proud I am of you and how much I love you. You made me a mama and have forever changed me life. You think so much. It seems those gears are always turning, spinning non-stop. What an awesome thing it is to experience all your thoughts and ideas. My wish is that we’re always close. I know you will grow too big for my lap. There will come a day you won’t want to cuddle and I’ll probably be uncool. You’re already becoming so independent, sometimes I have to remind myself you’re still only three years old. I have to remember to let you be little, let you make mistakes and messes, and be ridiculously silly. Because one day you won’t be little anymore. You’ll probably always make mistakes and messes and I hope you know that’s ok. I’m you’re mom, and I’ll be there to help pick you back up when needed. You’ll always be my favorite little man, even when you’re all grown up.