To The Boy

Dear Boy,

What can I say about this last year? You have grown so much, that I really don’t know where to start. I guess I’ll start in the beginning.

In January, you turned 3. At that time, you were still in diapers, and a lot of people couldn’t understand a lot of what you said. Now, you are totally potty trained, and everyone can understand you. Back in January, none of us could’ve imagined what this year would bring.

In February, mommy got a new job in California. The whole month of March was spent packing up all of our stuff, getting ready to move. I’m sure you were scared and confused, but you never let on. Such a little man. Then, in April, we moved. You were so sad when you realized that we wouldn’t see TeTe or your friends from our neighborhood as often. But, you were a trooper, and I am so proud of you for that. You still get sad every now and then, but overall, you are doing really well.

Since we’ve lived here, you have grown about 4 or 5 inches….maybe even 6. You are no longer my baby boy, but my big boy. I think you might pass up your sister in height by the time Easter comes around…heck, you might do it by Christmas at the rate you are going!

You started taking hip-hop dance classes a few months ago. While they have been fun, and you’ve learned some sweet moves, the best part is that you have really become much more outgoing. You are able to walk up to another kid and ask them to play. That never would’ve happened 5 or 6 months ago…you were so shy with kids you didn’t know. And I love to watch you dance. You have such good rhythm, and I can tell that you really love to dance. I hope that you always follow your dreams, whether it be dance, or sports, or music, or whatever. Just know that I am proud of you.

We’ve gone to the ocean a few times since we’ve lived here. You like to look at it, but you are scared to death of the water. I can’t say I blame you. I’m scared of it to. But, as scared as you are of the ocean, you love the pool! I love to watch you swim around in your little trunks, floaties, and swimmie ring! You are just like your sister in that regard.

There are times when you really test Daddy and my nerves….but you are three. I always have to remind myself of that, because so often, you act so much older. Everyone we meet is so surprised at how well behaved you are (most of the time). In those moments, I am reminded of what a good kid you are.

Oh! And you are so funny! You make the funniest faces, and crack the funniest jokes! Whie knock-knock jokes are not your forte, you really are hilarious. Not a day goes by when you don’t make us all laugh. That, young sir, is a quality that will get you far in life. You have to have the ability to laugh at yourself, and to make others laugh.

So, Boy, it’s a little less than a week until Thanksgiving. I want you to know that I am so thankful for you. I’m thankful that you make us laugh. I’m thankful that you give awesome hugs. I’m thankful when you put your cute little boy hand in mine. And most of all, I’m thankful that you are my son.

Love,
Mom

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