Dear Mommy,
I really enjoyed our time together on Friday. I love it when you swing me higher..and
higher…and higher. Can you tell? My smile and giggles are all for you, Mommy.
I’m sorry I made you cry almost all day long. I’m finding myself, Mommy. I really am.
Isn’t it cool?
I know you were crying tears of joy and pride, but I still
hate to see my Mommy cry.
Yes, I carried that big blue ball across the yard with both
my hands. Yes, I walked while carrying
that big blue ball. I know you
cried. It’s ok Mommy, really.
Yes, I hung from the rings on the swing set and giggled when
you thought I was holding myself up when in reality, my feet were on the
ground. I am taller and stronger,
Mommy. Isn’t it cool?
Yes, I handed you my cup and my bowl when I wanted
breakfast, and waited patiently for my waffles and eggs. I am learning patience Mommy.
When you said “Stop!” as I was running down the driveway… I stopped Mommy, I stopped. Are you proud of me?!
Mommy, I have friends!
I have lots of friends. Isn’t
that cool?!
I’ve learned a lot of new signs, Mommy. Isn’t that cool?! I love being able to communicate with you.
Have you noticed that I am less frustrated and less
aggressive? I love it. And I know you love it, Mommy.
Mommy, thanks for the iPad.
Best.gift.ever. I love having a
way to tell you what I am thinking or feeling.
Isn’t that cool?
Thank you for swinging me every morning. My body feels so much better when I get to
swing before school.
Did you see me turn and walk out the gate when I heard the
sound of the gate opening? Isn’t that
cool?
I know you see me when you call my name and I stop when I
hear you call me. I love that you call
my name, Mommy. It makes me smile and
giggle.
Mommy, have you noticed I’m Mr. Independent. Thank you for fostering that independence.
I love seeing your happy face every morning when you come in
my room. Do you love seeing my face too,
Mommy? I think you do. You tell me I’m the most handsomest boy ever
every.single.morning.
I'm full of surprises, Mommy. This is only the beginning. Are you ready?
Mommy, I love you.
And I’m proud of me.
Me too buddy, me too.
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