A Letter to My Son on His Second Birthday
When I was pregnant with Oliver, people would tell me “you just know” when you’re in labor. This frustrated me because I wanted to know how I would know.
Two years ago at 3:30am, I knew. I woke up with minor cramps, but I just knew I was going to meet my son that day. 15 hours and one lovely epidural later, at 6:21pm, I became Mama.
A Letter to My Son
My dear Oliver Scott,
I cannot even believe we have had you for T W O whole years. It’s not that long, but I scarcely remember what my life was like before you came (although I do remember there was a lot more sleep).
From the moment I saw you, I loved you more than life itself, and I knew I would do anything in the world for you. You were so perfect, and so little, and I just simply could not believe that you were mine.
There is nothing in my life I have loved more than watching you grow into the active little toddler you are today. From your first smile to your first word, from rolling over to running around in circles, everything you do amazes and excites me. I miss the little baby who used to fall asleep in my arms, but I am so excited about the little man you’re going to grow into.
I wish you could stay this little, this innocent. I wish you would always say “buh-bye” to every living creature as you pass by (even the bees). I wish you would always give everyone your crooked little smile and tiny wave that instantly puts a smile on faces.
I’m so scared for the pressures and hardships of life to come at you. I’ve never prayed over anyone like I pray over you. I pray you stay innocent. I pray you stay so kind and tender hearted. And I pray you love yourself, and others, and Jesus most of all.
You have made me into a different person these past two years. A better person. A stronger, softer person. You made me a Mama and gave me a piece of my identity I never knew I would love so much. You are my favorite challenge, my constant teacher, my utmost joy. There are not enough letters in the alphabet or languages in the world that I can use to sufficiently explain how much I adore you.
So happy S E C O N D birthday to you, my sweet boy. I am so proud of you and so in awe of you. I cannot wait to see what year 3 holds in store for you.