I didn’t write you a letter last year on your third birthday and for that I apologize. Sissy and you keep me pretty busy and sometimes I forget things (a lot of things) or run out of time (all of the time). We’ll just pretend that’s something charming about me, okay?
My sweet boy,
Happy Birthday!!!! I truly cannot believe that you are FOUR years old!!!!
The day you were born my life changed forever, in the best way. Watching you grow from my belly to the giant FOUR year old you are now, baffles me.
In the last year you have started preschool, grown about a foot and pretty much tripled your vocabulary. You also achieved the unthinkable: became potty trained.
You are still advancing your sweet dance moves and are obsessed with ABCs, colors, numbers, music, trains, cars, playing with Stanley and taking lots of showers.
Your interests (obsessions) are constantly changing. You only wanted to watch this creepy Pingu cartoon for like, two months. Then it was Kipper, you started speaking in a British accent. I’m not joking. Currently, you and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic are inseparable. Yes, you are a Bronie. Your cousin Ari has never been more proud.
One of my favorite things about you is that you don’t care what people think about you. Sure, sometimes its annoying when that person is me, BUT when it’s not, I love it. You have a cool confidence about you. Only a child with such confidence can run into the backyard, strip down naked, jump on the trampoline and sing Oh, McDonald the way you do.
I am so proud of you for so many things, but at the forefront of that is the absolute joy it brings me to see what an incredible big brother you are. You’re inseparable. You are very patient with her, even when she doesn’t deserve it. You make an effort to include her. You give her random hugs and kisses. You love to make her laugh. I just didn’t think I could love you anymore, and then I saw what an amazing big brother you are.
Speaking of amazing, I was just bragging on a Facebook about how you were running around in circles in the backyard yelling, “I’m amazing! I’m amazing!!” It’s good that you’re aware.
Inspiring. Hilarious. Kind. Loving. Intelligent. Fast. Strong. Courageous. Happy. Fun. Giving. Encouraging. Passionate. Determined. And yes, AMAZING.
Too often, I get sad thinking about the day you will move out, the day you don’t “need me” anymore. Then I remember that I still need my Mom, and I don’t foresee that changing anytime soon. (So one day, when you are off to college, remember your sad/lonely/Jewish Mother. The one that cleaned your poop out of every crevice of this house.)
I hope you will always know the depths of my love for you. Know that I always want the best for you, even if it’s not easy or convenient or even remotely enjoyable. Know that your Dada and I work hard so that we can better your life everyday, because you deserve it.
I look forward to continuing watching you grow, mature and evolve. Everyday I feel privileged to be your Mom. Thank you for forcing me to “shake my booty” and laugh. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for needing me. Thank you for saving my life.
Top photo via Dolce Amore Photography.