Another year has passed. I am 29. One last year before I complete another decade. My third one. About to enter a decade that really communicates “Adult”. My first 9th year of my first decade I was in third grade. I was at Northdale Elementary (rest in peace, sweet little school) in Mrs.May class….
My sweet baby Jack,
I love you so much. You are a very strong willed, independent nature boy. You have been strong willed from the day you were born. So determined. So strong. We watched a video of you trying to crawl when you were just five months or so, and we watched you grunt, and push your upper body up and were reaching. You were so determined! You started walking at 10 months. You are always looking to do more. You are confident in your decisions, even when they aren’t the best ones (walking in the road is never a good idea, boy). You surprise me when you take it upon yourself to change our activities, or direction of our walk. I have learned to go with it, and yesterday after I tried to force you to turn back to walk home, you turned on your own. You said, I think it’s time to walk back home. And I thought…wow. I need to trust you more, and realize you are a smart little two year old that is sometimes reasonable. You have taught me to be more patient and to go with the flow even more than I already do.
You love being outside in the woods. You pick up a stick and you are in your element. If you are irritable, we simply just go outside and your mood changes instantly.
You are still VERY stubborn when it comes to certain things. You love playing inside cars, but when you do, you leave mama’s hazard lights on without her knowing and her battery dies. Lately, you DEMAND pretzels at dinner. I do appreciate you eating the rest of your dinner, but man you are obsessed with those pretzels!
Jackster, bubba, Jackie…your smile and hugs melt my heart. You can be a major punk at times, but I gotcha. I know it’s hard having a brain of a toddler. You can’t control yourself sometimes. I know… I promise to not take things too personally, and to remain calm so you learn by example. I will protect you as much as I can, but now is the time for you to explore the world a little more. You are now in day care- away from home, from me, Dada and Matt. You are doing so well with the transition! We are so so proud of you.
I can’t wait to see what this next year brings us. I know when I am much older, I will look back on these days and wish that I could just travel back in time just to cuddle you in bed and play with your toddler toes. I love the games we play, and the bond we share.
As Marge said to Bart, You are my special little guy.
You are my world, my lamb, my love.