I am so grateful that I get to be your mom, teacher and friend and witness your life, dear son. You are amazing in ways you don't yet know. I love you so much. It drives you crazy that I love God more than I love you. I pray that He will show you how that makes my love for you better.
This year, you started taking Tae Kwon Do. You have already earned your first belt and really enjoy challenging yourself. We enjoy watching you. We also like your instructors. Good people. Good examples.
You were sick for almost a year; so, to see you grow (and eat and eat and eat) is awesome! You are keeping pace with your brother's height now. You try to keep pace with ALL the things your big brother does; but, you also like figuring out who you are.
Your journey to reading independently has been long. And, that's totally OK. You did not have an interest for a long time; but, you have always loved looking at books. When we sit down and sound out words, you are so good at it. Sometimes I think you just like reading together better. That's OK, too. I will be here for you.
You had a sudden interest in numbers this year and seem to have mastered the basics for addition and subtraction. You ask about math all the time. I think that is awesome. Possibly related to this interest is your ongoing desire to play Uno card game. I love to play with you and see you increase your skills. LOL.
I overheard a friend ask you about your favorite sport and you said, baseball. We have been trying to get you into a league that is more fun than crazy competitive. We'll keep trying.
You love to draw. You love to draw "good guys" and "bad guys" (and all my attempts to explain to you that we are all "good" and "bad" are ignored). Any other art projects, you rush through so you can get back to playing. You love to paint; but, you still like to rush through. LOL.
You have a collection of "books", full of your drawings, that you call your "Nim books". You loved the movie, "Nim's Island". I can only imagine your "hero/heroine" is some combination of brave and independent, like Nim. Like you.
At 18 months of age, you discarded your sweet baby voice, in exchange for a deeper, louder voice. You needed to be heard. It is still very hard to get you to be quiet.
When I ask you to put something away, I often find it later, somewhere hidden where it does not belong. I don't understand this. But, I love you for it.
I love you for who you are. I love you for who God has made you to be.
We have been trying to teach you that peace and love always win over war and violence. Your dad and I pray about that, how to teach you, that your heart will be contented.
You recently started biting your cuticles. I worry that you worry about too much. You asked me the other day if bombs could get us. I told you how fortunate we are to live in this country where many people work to protect us and have many tools to keep that from happening. We prayed about it, too.
You are officially a two-wheeler after both of us got some bumps, scrapes and bruises! LOL. You are so proud and so good at riding! You learned so quickly!
I am so grateful to be your mom. I know how much you love hugs and kisses. I try to give you lots throughout the day. I love you my son. I love discovering you, discovering you and the world.
Happy Birthday, my sweet boy.