Happy Birthday Mr. O.

Well, Little Man, we made it. I’ll be honest, this past year, there were many times I wondered if we would survive each other. But we did. And here we are, celebrating your 3rd birthday.

What a year it’s been for you. We navigated temper tantrums galore, speech delays and more time outs than I can possible remember. There are days I don’t know who was more frustrated at the other and who had the shorter fuse. If the way we butted heads this last year is any indication of what the teenage years are going to be like, I will start saving for family therapy now. You were not an easy 2 year old. But I also know that I was not (and am not) an easy mama either. I’m sure I owe you many more apologies than I gave and many more hugs than I offered.

But we survived.

In spite of many rough days, I think we did pretty good, you and I. I’ve seen so much change in you this past year, it absolutely amazes me. I felt your frustration daily when you had something to say but didn’t have words to say it. I know there were days when you felt left out because it was so much easier to deal with your brother than you and I’m sorry for that. It never meant that I loved you any less or him any more. I’m sure by now, you’ve already figured out that your Mama is far from perfect.

When I look at you now, my eyes fill with happy tears because I see the boy that God has created and I’m just in awe that I get to call you mine. The way you care for your baby sister melts my heart. The way you talk to her, kiss her and dance for her, just to get a smile. The way she loves you is something I can’t even express in words. The bond is there and I know that she’ll always be protected so long as you’re there watching out for her.

Your smile lights up my life. Your eyes, so full of mischief, always give you away, no matter what you’re feeling. Your words came to you slowly but your spirit has always been full and alive. You are an amazing little boy and as tough as some days are, I wouldn’t trade them for anything because God has given you a passionate spirit and far be it from me to do anything to inhibit the amazing man He’s designed you to grow into. You fill up my heart with joy and pride and you make me laugh like no one else can.

My prayer for you this coming year is that I’ll be more patient with you, that I’ll let you express yourself in your own unique way, not mine. I pray that you’ll continue to love with no inhibitions and laugh with reckless abandon. That you’ll still hug and kiss me and tell me you love me. And I pray that you’ll never for a second doubt how very much I love and adore you because there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t look at you and smile at just how amazing and special you are to me.

I love you to pieces, sweet boy. Now and forever.

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday to my Spirited Trouble-maker!
Happy Birthday to my Spirited Trouble-maker!


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Stephanie is a Canadian Mom of 3, Runner, Certified Functional Strength Coach (CFSC), Christ-follower and all around reeker of awesomeness. When she's not chasing after her kids, you can find her dreaming big dreams and bringing them to life.

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