My dear boy. I wanted to write you this letter because lately I have been thinking. About who you already are, and who you will become. About the little personality quirks of yours I love. About how just plain neat I think you are. And I want to tell you just that. Like how easily overjoyed you are over the simplest things. The ball, cold water splashed on you in the bath, seeing Daddy first thing in the morning. Seeing your face light up makes everything in me light up.
I am awed by your funny, outgoing personality. Your willingness to go up and talk to anyone. How you charm anyone and everyone walking by, even men who usually don't pay attention to other people's children. When we took you to see Grandma and Granddad in their new assisted living home, you weren't afraid to speak to everyone as we walked by. I was amazed. I was so scared of old people when I was young. I'm not sure why. But you don't discriminate. You love to talk to everyone, man, woman, child, old, young, doesn't matter to you. Not their age, sex or color. Everyone is the same, and worthy of love and attention.
I'm thinking of some of my favorite Jude-isms. The way you say "touchdown" and throw your arms up to call it. When you say "ball," it sounds more like "baawwwwwlll" (must be the South in ya). When you fake cough, just so you can cover your mouth like I ask you to. How you share your blanket with me and even say "thank you" when you hand it to us...or when you say it with anything you hand us. How sweet are your manners at such a young age!
Even the days that are hard. The days where for some reason, you just aren't that happy and nothing seems to help. Yes, I get frustrated, frazzled, am praying constantly and want to pass out on the couch by 5pm. But, those are the days that challenge me to be a better mom. Those are also the days I usually have the most regrets, but you help me to see the things I need to change, and for that, I am more grateful than you'll ever know.
You, my son, are a joy and a delight. I love you more and more each day and I can not wait to see the man you become. I have a feeling you will be someone I admire, someone I consider an honor to know. But, I can wait. :) I am content watching you grow and go through each new stage. They are all so fun!
I am awed by your funny, outgoing personality. Your willingness to go up and talk to anyone. How you charm anyone and everyone walking by, even men who usually don't pay attention to other people's children. When we took you to see Grandma and Granddad in their new assisted living home, you weren't afraid to speak to everyone as we walked by. I was amazed. I was so scared of old people when I was young. I'm not sure why. But you don't discriminate. You love to talk to everyone, man, woman, child, old, young, doesn't matter to you. Not their age, sex or color. Everyone is the same, and worthy of love and attention.
I'm thinking of some of my favorite Jude-isms. The way you say "touchdown" and throw your arms up to call it. When you say "ball," it sounds more like "baawwwwwlll" (must be the South in ya). When you fake cough, just so you can cover your mouth like I ask you to. How you share your blanket with me and even say "thank you" when you hand it to us...or when you say it with anything you hand us. How sweet are your manners at such a young age!
Even the days that are hard. The days where for some reason, you just aren't that happy and nothing seems to help. Yes, I get frustrated, frazzled, am praying constantly and want to pass out on the couch by 5pm. But, those are the days that challenge me to be a better mom. Those are also the days I usually have the most regrets, but you help me to see the things I need to change, and for that, I am more grateful than you'll ever know.
You, my son, are a joy and a delight. I love you more and more each day and I can not wait to see the man you become. I have a feeling you will be someone I admire, someone I consider an honor to know. But, I can wait. :) I am content watching you grow and go through each new stage. They are all so fun!
