I Could Write a Book

Dear Son,

I can’t believe 6 years have gone by since you were born. I remember your birth vividly. Wow. Some of it wasn’t so good. It was a long labor. You had decided you were going to be a handful before you even entered the world.

When you were born you looked like a little monkey. Yes, I know mothers are not supposed to say things like that, but it is the truth. I think you were born too little and just hadn’t had time to fully fill out. It was the Doctor’s decision to take you that day. I can’t say I’m happy about that, yet.

You were what they call a "high needs baby". Omgoodness. You’d cry and scream and had the most horrible reflux. Your first year was not an easy one. I wish I knew back then what I know now. You probably had some food allergies and I wasn’t aware of that at all. You’d nurse and then promptly projectile vomit. My poor baby.

The only time it seemed that you weren’t crying was when I would rock you to sleep at night time. Every night I would pray to God that he would let me bond with you like I had with your older brother. There were many times during that first year when I asked myself if I had made the biggest mistake of my life by having a second child. I definitely had not.

God answered those prayers 100 times over and now I can’t imagine what I’d do without you in my life. You’ve grown up to be (so far) the biggest "ham and character" in our family. You can make me laugh and smile during my darkest moments. It is rare that I can properly discipline you because you always crack me up. And oh my goodness, you are one handsome little boy. You’re going to be a heartbreaker one day.

I hope that one day when you are 46 that I am still here to write you birthday letters. I love you so much and I am so incredibly thankful that God gave you to me as my son.  You are definitely my "sonshine".

~~Happy 6th Birthday, Baby~~  You light up my life.

Love,

Mommy