Sunday, August 14, 2011

Dear Q (My Love)

Seven years ago at exactly 9:51pm on August 13 you took your very first breath.  Then, you announced your arrival with a gigantic wail.  It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.  When they said, "It's a BOY!!!" I felt my heart jump for joy.  But really, I had always just known you were.  I looked into your beautiful blue eyes and it felt like I had known forever that you were my son, and finally I got to meet you face to face.

And now, you are 7!!  We've made it through the sleepless nights (mostly!), the terrible two's, the potty training, and dude, you handled it all just like a pro!  The terrible two's weren't nearly as terrible as I had heard or expected, you were the perfect little angel to be honest.  Potty training?  You took charge of that situation - one day you were just ready, and you've never looked back (thank goodness!!)  You call me Mommy, and my heart just melts.  You hold my hand, and I want to hold it forever.  I could kiss your forehead all day long if you'd let me.  But not your toes anymore...they're smelly.  It's hard to believe I used to put those things in my mouth.  BLECK!

You love hockey only a little less than you love me (at least you're honest!), you're an amazing soccer player.  I'd say you're a gifted athlete and shine, no matter the sport.  You have four adult teeth and are willing two more to be loose, eager for another visit from the tooth fairy.  You are going into grade two!!  TWO!!  You're a math whiz and love using money to "practice".  Reading is just on the tip of your tongue.  It's almost there, if you'd just trust yourself sounding out all those letters.  You've mastered the monkey bars after many, many attempts...but look what practice can do!!  When you smile for pictures, you look like a stroke victim, so let's work on that...okay?  You're totally into video games, which I tell myself enhances your hand/eye coordination, which I've never really had, so you're lucky...

You want to be a policeman when you get older, which I think is a very noble choice.  Part of me hopes you'll change your mind because of the dangers that come along with a job like that, but the other part of me is so proud that you are choosing a career that exists in order to help others.  Now, I get that you're seven so if things change between now and then...I'm totally okay with that, just so you know.

You really want a baby brother (absolutely not a sister) so you can *teach* him all about sports.  You're having a difficult time understanding why you're daddy can't be the daddy of a new baby too.  You're having an even more difficult time figuring why I can't just have a baby tomorrow without a baby daddy, and yesterday you were positive you could hear a baby moving around in my tummy.  I'm pretty sure I was just that I was hungry, though.  And I think you're still a little young for the sex talk, considering you still believe you came out of my belly button...

You're kind.  I've often thought that this quality is sorely under appreciated and it just makes me so proud to see you interact with children who have special needs, in a quiet, gentle manner.  It makes my heart just love you even more.  You're thoughtful.  You think things through to the end, and even when I've forgotten about something, you're still pondering the intricacies of it.  Sometimes your intelligence just blows me away..."Maybe that's the fastest water slide only because it's the shortest..." whoa.  Deep little dude, deep.  You have a sense of humour and you get sarcasm, which is awesome because I'm one of the most sarcastic people out there.  You're comedic timing is priceless.  You're always right (well, you think so anyways....) and you love to argue your point, even when we've all made it clear you have been misinformed.  But that's okay, little buddy.  Your confidence is inspiring.  You think in absolutes, which I think is a *youth* thing.  There's no grey area with you.  It's a "yes" or a "no" and there's nothing in between.  You're honest with me,  even when you know being honest might find you in a big heap o' trouble, which is so, so good because a man is only as good as his word.  You're a little cuddle bug.  You love snuggling deep into my arm pit, whether you're watching t.v., reading, sleeping, or playing - some part of you always has to be touching me.  You're a worry wart, and you come by it honestly (sorry!) but, don't worry!!!  You won't 'catch' polio, cystic fibrosis is something you're born with, and you're as healthy as a horse! 

But holy moly, how I love you!  I love you more and more every day and more than you'll ever know.  It's a love I cannot describe, but I've never experienced anything more pure and all encompassing.  The possibilities for you are endless, my love.  So dream big, work hard, and I'll stand behind you!    I can't wait to see the man you'll become...well, actually, I can totally wait...time goes by so fast as it is.  But I'm excited to see what the coming years hold for you and me together.

Words of wisdom?  Always be yourself.  Spend the time to get to know who you really are, and don't change for anyone.  Be kind.  Don't be a bully.  Stand up for those who don't have a voice.  Treat women with respect.  Find out what you believe, and then fight for it.  Smile.  Choose to be happy, because it absolutely is a choice.  Remember honesty is always best.  Work hard - there's nothing better than earning what you have, rather than having it handed to you.  Save your money.  And love.  You can never love too much and you can never run out of love.


Momma, Mommy, Mom <3

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