Thursday, May 23, 2013

A Letter to My Son (on his 3rd Birthday)

*Winter 2016 Update:  Hello and welcome!  I'm flattered that this post about my son is one of my most popular ones, with many more reads than I could have ever expected.  He is now 5!  Thank you for reading!

May 2013

Dear Sweetiepie,

You turn three years old soon.  I could paste a bittersweet smile on my face and say "oh, it all went by so fast."  But it didn't.  Many, many days during your baby and toddlerhood felt endless.  Especially the times you were teething, or sick, or we were snowed in for 3 days in a row.  In the past three years, I've learned how much harder motherhood is than I could have ever imagined.  

But I've also gotten to experience the best parts of my life in these three years, starting the day you were born.  I cannot describe the joy I felt that day when I got to see you and hold you for the first time.  I was so incredibly proud.  I had carried this beautiful little baby for 9 months and safely brought him into the world.

Showing you the world, hearing you sing at the top of your lungs, seeing how gentle you are with your baby sister-- these are small things that I love about having your in my life.  I love hearing you belly laugh, and I love the rare times you run up to me and hug my leg.  I love how you insist on giving me a hug and kiss before bedtime.  I love that you can come up with a truly funny joke.  I love how you can be completely serious one minute and then erupt in giggles the next.  Challenging as life with young children can be, I don't want to imagine life without you.

Which brings me to the fear.  I didn't know real fear until I had children-- in one of those, "If anything ever happened to you" ways.  I wish I could protect you from any harm possible in the years ahead, but I guess I can't.

It is hard to believe, but you will grow and change, and somehow your dad and I will forget certain aspects of your two-year old self.  So I will finish with some of your favorite toys/pastimes/interests from the past year:


  • Cars.  Hot Wheels.  The Pixar movies.  Really, anything having to do with cars.
  • Singing.  Specifically random old 1970's and 80's songs your dad teaches you (think the Dukes of Hazard, Fall Guy, and Chips theme songs).  
  • Colors.  Especially silver, black, and turquoise. (Yeah, you were pretty impressed with yourself then too).
  • Hiding cars in the bark of trees.  (We also thought it was weird).
  • Throwing rocks into the pond (over and over).
  • Smoothies and Fruit Snacks = Obsessions.
  • You insisted that your favorite foods were "Goldfish and water."  (Ridiculous).

  • Going to the hardware store with Dada.
  • Coming up with funny rhymes.  (Think Ford Coop/Pord Poop).
  • Blue (your little elephant).
  • Making up words (what exactly is a "whatabilto" and a "hawahheydo?")
  • Your inexplicable fascination with Lazytown and Sporticus.
  • Cats (much to Daddy's chagrin).
  • "Apps and songs on Mama's phone" (much to my chagrin).
  • Culver's (hamburgers, french fries, and of course, "white ice cream with sprinkles").


No matter how long the days (and nights) might be, I will always love being your mother.  I'm so proud of you.  Happy 3rd Birthday to my one and only little big boy!

Love,
Mama

Like this letter?  I also wrote one to my son for his 4th Birthday, which you can read here.

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