These are letters to Jack, my son, and my daughter, Audrey. You have given me the gift of motherhood. This is just a little gift back. I want to share my experiences with you of your childhood from my perspective of watching you grow - of being your Mom.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
You just astound me! Your Daddy got you a set of your first flashcards with shapes on them in different colors and textures. They have your favority baby show characters on them: The Curious Buddies from Nickelodeon. The circle card cracks you up because there is a baby on the back of it holding a ball that you just LOVE. The other day, you pulled out the flashcard and said "ball". I looked over at you and said, "what?!?" You looked at me and grinned, but wouldn't repeat it. You can also say "Grandma" which sounds more like "anmaw" but it is clearly what you are saying.
This past weekend, we took the "ball" experience to a new height by playing with some big balls in Aunt Erin and Uncle Brett's backyard. They have a big exercise ball that you loved to chase and I would hold your hands and roll you on the top of it and roll you around on it and you really liked that. Grandma bounced you on it, too, and you loved that, too.
I have discovered to my anxiety that you fear nothing. The fire pit, steps, growling dogs (not ours - the neighbor's dogs) - it doesn't matter. You just KNOW you can take on any of these things and that they won't do anything bad to you. You RACE to the street when I have you outside. I have been springing into action so much lately that I think I may be part kangaroo or frog or maybe I sat on a spring and never noticed it before... :) I sit down and spring back up a second later as you hurdle your body towards the next dangerous thing.
Even the other day, you were seated on the floor with a board book and I left the room for a MINUTE only to put my dishes in the sink and when I came back, you had climbed on the coffee table and were manually flipping the channels on the TV trying to figure out how to get your Curious Buddies show to come on. You weren't the least bit worried of falling off the table. Completely trusting that I was there and wouldn't allow that to happen.
I certainly am doing my best to protect you, cutie. I DO love your confidence, though, and I think it's wonderful that you are so brave in trying new things. I am so proud of all that you do! My capable little boy!
Lots of Love,