My sweet boy,
The first year of life brings so many changes, but it has been this year between two and three that I have seen the most growth in you.
It has been this year, my sweet boy, that you have stopped nursing, have fully potty trained, and started sleeping in your own bed. (Some nights.)
It has been this year that you have stopped referring to yourself as “baby” and instead say “Noah.” You have even learned how to spell your name and proudly walk around saying “I am N-O-A-H Noah!” You have even learned to write the letters “O” and “H.” My heart swells every time.
It has been this year you have decided you want to be a “digger man” when you grow up, and in the last few months you have changed your aspiring profession to “actor.” I will be proud of you no matter what you choose.
It has been this year that you have gone to your very first year of preschool, two mornings a week from 9 to 12. It was the very first time that you had ever been away from me, and though it was hard for both of us at first, we have both thrived with the expansion of your world.
It has been this year that I have seen you develop real relationships with your friends as you have moved from parallel play to interactive games.
It has been this year that you have mastered your motor skills. I’ve never been more proud of someone jumping in puddles or riding tricycles.
This year, you have established family roles. “Daddy is the cooker, Mommy is the cleaner, and I am the helper.” ~Noah summer 2012
Though you have always been a strong verbal speaker and communicator, this year your vocabulary has expanded and your thoughts are always expressed in complex sentences. I am often amazed at the way your mind works, and especially at the way you are able to tell me about it.
“Mommy, I have a story. Once upon time, there was a kitty cat and it got up up stuck on the roof. And the helicopter came and got the kitty cat and put it down. And then everybody was happy. The End.”
“Wow, Noah, that was such a good story! It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. It also had a conflict and a resolution.”
“Yes, Mommy, it did.”
I love hearing your stories, your thoughts, and your opinions. I trust your judgement and often include you on family decisions. I want you to know that I value you, always.
It has been this year that I have seen you cross over from baby to boy, and this year that has challenged me the most as a parent. (So far.)
But it has been this year, my sweet boy, that I have delighted in your growth. As you continue to grow and branch out away from me, I want you to always know that I will never be too far away, standing in awe of wonderful YOU.
I love you forever and always, my sweet three-year-old baby boy.
(meant to be published on your 3rd birthday, September 1st, 2012)