For those keeping score, I did indeed just write a birthday post for my littlest kidlet’s 2nd birthday. Two days later, we are celebrating the oldest. Really want me to blow your mind? My boys were born on the exact same Sunday, 2 years apart. Boom…
Dear Fit Boy,
Today is possibly your most exciting birthday yet. 4 years old. A little boy. A preschooler. What a rush of adventure this last year has been. Suddenly, you’re not this little toddler jumping around the house having fun and being cared for completely by us. Suddenly, you’re this smart, conversational little boy with endless questions, a heart full of love and emotions that you’re learning to define and understand.
Gone are the days of being solely relying on us to help you with everything. With each passing day, you become more independent and more able to deal with the big world around you. Soon, you’ll start school and a whole other adventure will begin. One that will require you to be brave and me, to loosen my grip on your hand, just a bit, so that you can step into the world and experience for all the joys and hurts that it brings.
I’m so proud of the loving boy you’re growing up to be. You have such a compassionate heart and a desire to help and please others around you. I pray that God protects that heart because in this world, compassion can make you a target of those who lack it. I pray that you’ll always think of others before yourself and use this gift to be a servant to those who have less.
I pray that you’ll hang on to your innocence for as long as possible and that when others threaten to strip it away from you, that you’ll always come back to the joy of being you. The joy that I’ve marveled at witnessing each day of your life.
I pray that you’ll learn to take chances and accept that you won’t always get what you want and you won’t always be the best. I hope that you’ll accept last place as willingly and joyously as you would first, so long as you put your heart into whatever you set out to accomplish.
Most of all, I pray that you’ll always have time to sit and read a book with your Mama or talk openly with me about whatever is bothering you. That I’ll always be a safe place for you to come and not be judged, only heard.
Thank you for the privilege of being your Mama. Thank you for being the one who made me a Mama. Love you Bubba Bear!!