Dear Mr. O.
Today you turn 2. I can’t believe it. My baby isn’t really a baby anymore. You have done nothing short of rock my world over the past 24 months. I love seeing your personality shine through. I love your smile, even when it (usually) means you’ve done something very, very bad. It’s hard to stay grumpy or down when I hear the sound of your little foot steps and excited giggle coming down the hall.
You’ve been such a blessing to me. You taught me patience from before day 1. You arrived 13 days later than planned, teaching me that you’ll do things in your own time, when you’re ready. You’ve taught me patience as we slowly navigate through your speech delay and finding ways to communicate when words fail you. You’ve taught me that sometimes, all you need is a hug and a cuddle and the world makes perfect sense. In those moments, there is no need for words.
I love that you look up to your brother with so much love and admiration. I love that you call your father “Ya-Ya” because “Papa” is still too hard for you. And even though it drives me nuts by the 1,000th time in an hour, hearing you call me “Mama” always melts my heart (and sometimes my patience too).
In the last year, you’ve gone from a barely-crawling baby to a running, jumping, potty-trained little boy. It’s amazing how quickly things change. Suddenly, you’re independent, playing and imaging and creating in a world that’s all your own. But never too big of a boy that you don’t still need your boo-boos kissed and your tears wiped away.
So many times, I feel unworthy of you and wonder how on earth you could possibly be mine. Then you throw a massive temper tantrum and I’m reminded that you have my temper, my eyes and a lot of my personality growing in that little body of yours.
My prayer for you, sweet boy is that you’ll continue to grow into the amazing little man that God made you to be. I pray that you’ll always look up to your big brother, always run into your “Ya-Ya’s” arms when he comes home from work and always give me those big, squishy hugs that I love so much. I hope you won’t be too sad when your brother starts preschool and that you and I will get to share some special moments together. I pray that you’ll have a heart of compassion and a generous spirit and that you’ll always put others first, even when you don’t want to.
And I pray that a small part of you will always need your Mama.
Happy Birthday to the special little boy who will forever be my Mr. Bobearsles, even when it embarrasses you to be called that in public
I love you Baby Boy,