To my sweet little boy on your second year of life…
I meant to write a post for your second birthday, like I did when you were in my belly, but mama has been scatter brained lately. So instead, I’m writing this to you for your second year of life.
Your father and I are equally in awe and disbelief about your transformation once you turned two. It’s as if overnight, you seemed and looked older. Your demeanor catapulted from baby to flourishing toddler and the rolls on your wrist, to mama’s dismay, are starting to disappear. Facebook is reminding me of moments we’ve shared from 1-2 years ago. Seeing your gummy smiles and the roundness of your face back then is making me nostalgic. I suddenly realize that aside from photographs, memories of your early stages are getting harder to recall… like a dream at dawn you try desperately to grasp. Time is eluding us and I regret not documenting my thoughts and your milestones more frequently.
I hope today changes that.
It’s been a little over a week since you’ve been completely weaned. Weaning was definitely a lot harder on me than it was on you and that’s made me a little emotional. During our cuddles, you still look up at me and say “ahh” (you’re way of asking for milk) but settle for a cup with no further protest. You truly are a big boy now. I’m sad that chapter of our lives is over. However, I am proud to say we made it two glorious years and I nourished you in the best way I was able to.
I’m certain you will achieve great things in this life. So far the most notable thing about you, that I hope stays forever, is how delightful you are. You are so spirited, easygoing, and happy. Friends, your teachers at childcare, other moms – so many people comment on what a joy you are. I wish I could take credit for this but your personality, my love, has been all you from the get-go.
And you are so incredibly sweet. As much as I say I miss your infancy, I am devouring the deliciousness of your affection. You are a cuddle bear through and through who is so generous with your kisses. I no longer need to nurse you to fall asleep, but you’ve replaced that routine with wrapping your arms around my neck. Either cheek to cheek or with your head on my chest, I relish in this way you still need your mama.
With all the changes of the past two years, it’s a certainty that change will be a constant. As for my love for you, it will evolve and transform as your desires become more nuanced but a constant nevertheless. As you face the trials, joys, and tribulations in this life – my heart will expand to new places, too.
One day, we will wake up and you’ll be a man. I hope you discover the type of love your father and I share. I hope your heart remains courageous and strong. And I hope you love the life you create.