Today, my sweet boy, you turn two and I frantically try to figure out how this happened. Wasn’t it just yesterday I lay in the hospital room in full blown contractions with zero progress dilating?! Wasn’t it just yesterday that I struggled with deciding to hold out for a VBAC instead of another csection? I remember every tug of my abdomen as you entered the world to complete our family. You are the last piece of our puzzle my sweet boy. I may have been scared to have you, but everyone was right in telling me how much boys love their mamas and are the best cuddlers.
You still continue to let me rock you night after night and it truly is my favorite time of day. You, me, and your beloved Mickey Mouse cuddled up in the chair as you lay your
sweaty heavy head against my chest. I will do this as long as you allow me.
You may not talk as much as other two year olds, but you sure do know how to get your point across. You’ll take our hands and lead us to wherever you need help…usually in the kitchen to grab a snack. Your treat of choice these days is fruit or Annie’s cheddar bunnies. My goodness are you a snacker.
Your sister and you fight like cats and dogs, but the love is still so apparent. You almost seem lost without her when she’s not around. I worry that when she heads off to pre-K that you’ll be OK and enjoy the peace of playing with all her toys without getting yelled at.
Knowing you are my last I can say I haven’t tried to rush a thing. I never pushed you to crawl or walk knowing it would be the last of these firsts I experience. But boy have you amazed me in all your strengths. You are so smart and strong, yet so so sweet my boy.
I love your silly little laugh as you throw your head back and occasionally slap your knee. Your big cheesy smile can light up the darkest of rooms. My sweet boy, thank you for choosing me to be your mama.