Wednesday, October 22, 2008

To my son

I have seen several blogs where letters are written to someone in particular, and I just love that idea. I would like to write a letter to my sweet little man, though it will be some time before he can read it. A lot of this blog is for me to record memories for him, since I am not a scrapbooker (gasp!) So here goes....

My sweet baby boy,

I have so many names for you, its hard for me to settle on just one, but I call you baby most often. I know this will have to stop one day, at least publicly. I already heard from one of your friends at school about it. I said to you, "Hey baby, are you ready to go home?" and he said, "James not a baby." It was actually pretty funny, since I didn't think that sort of thing would happen until much later. You will always be my baby though (we just don't have to tell your friends).

There are so many things I want to be for you - caretaker, protector, comforter, teacher, play-time buddy, and so much more. It is not always easy, but it brings me so much joy. At the end of a long day, seeing your smiling face brings a smile to mine. I am so blessed to have you in my life. You are such a loving child, you will stop anything to give a hug or a kiss. If I give one without the other, you always remind me by tugging on me, "Kiss, kiss" you will say. Anytime, baby boy.

I have been reading a book (not sure if I should tell you its about discipline) and it talks about Proverbs 31:28. "Her children will rise up and call her blessed...." That was so interesting to me. What a goal to work toward! For you to grow up and be honored to be my son. I know that it won't come without hard work and dedication on my part. You are so worth it!

I have been watching your imagination grow lately. You make up little stories with your trains (your favorite thing to play with) that are so fun to listen to. I wish there was some way to record each and every thing you do. It is passing by too quickly.

I am so thankful to have you in my life. I am "blessed" to be chosen to raise you.

Love,
Mama

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