A Letter to My Son on His 3rd Birthday
Today you are three-years-old and your adorable self doesn't understand what a big deal this is for your mama, but my boy, it is. I know that it sounds cliche to say it feels like only yesterday I was in the hospital giving birth to you, but I promise you that several times a day, I stop and look at you, wondering how in the world you've grown up so fast.
You, my sweet boy, have grown up so much in this last year and your personality is really shining through. Your daddy always tells you that you're a "mini-mama," but you always and firmly reply, "no, I mini-John O." How right you are. You are a mini you and that's all that I could ever wish for you to be. I don't want you to ever try to be someone other than your very best self.
I just love when you sing. You remind me of your papa when you sing. Neither of you really know all of the lyrics, but you both sing with such sincerity and joy that it doesn't matter. Your favorite songs are "Fly Eagles, Fly, "Jesus Loves Me," "If You're Happy and You Know It," and "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." You sing these songs over and over and my heart smiles whenever I hear your sweet voice. You sing when you wake up. You sing while you're playing. You sing as you're falling asleep. Music is such a huge part of your world and I hope that it forever stays that way.
My little one, you are so silly. Daddy and I are so proud of your kind and tender heart, but boy are we already bracing ourselves for the tricks you're going to play when you get bigger. You are a very confident and persistent little boy! When you make your mind up about something, that's the way that it is. For instance, you've decided that your name is "John O." You even changed the lyrics in "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" to "Old MacJohnO Had a Farm." You've also decided that I should be called "Me-Mo." I have no idea where you got the idea to call me that, but I like it. I love your free thinking and quirky little self more than you will ever know.
You might be growing right before my eyes, but you are still my sweet baby. You have the most tender heart of any child I've ever crossed paths with. When I cry, your little hands reach out to rub the tears from my face. When I don't feel well, you rub my back, at your own instance. When you can tell that I've had a rough day, you throw your little arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and you pepper me with kisses. I often wake up in the middle of the night with you snuggled against me. I am savoring each second of you wanting to cuddle and be close to me because the day may come when you grow up and don't think your mama is as cool as you do right now.
Your daddy and I decided a long time ago that we really wanted to give you a sibling, but life is unpredictable and sometimes plans have a way of changing mid-flight. So, even if our family doesn't grow bigger than just the three of us, it will be okay because you have filled every bit of my heart and then some.
I love you, John O. For always and forever.