letters to my sons | april | infinite love

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letters to my sons | march | connor

Welcome to the 3rd installment of Letters to our Children!  Don’t forget to follow our little circle by clicking on the link at the bottom of my page that will take you to another story.  Thanks so much!

To my booger face,

Ok, so that may not be the sweetest term of endearment, but seriously kid, there is rarely a day you don’t have a runny nose!  The nose that you hate to get wiped.  Along with your face.  And your hands.  Even though you want them wiped off whenever they get dirty, you complain as soon as a cloth touches your skin.  Bath time has gotten better…but you still scream when I wash your hair.  For some reason, when Daddy does, it’s ok.  I’m not quite sure what to make of that!

This has been quite the month.  You had a terrible cold that you passed to me (of course).  I was ok with the extra snuggles, though.  You’ve gotten pretty good at knowing when I need a hug.  You are running up to me more often asking for a miss (kiss) or tug (hug).  “I wuv you monny” comes out of your mouth at completely random times and completely melts my heart.  Every once in a while you even ask for a tuddle and lay your head on my shoulder.  I just wish time would stop.

You have also learned quite a few new words.  Some I love.  Some not so much.  You can quit telling me to wait a minute and no when I ask you to do something 😉  I’ve only had you hold up your hand twice and tell me to stop talking.  That I would be ok with never hearing again!  But, you’re telling me about your day at school, who you play with, what you eat and who you see.  I love hearing about your adventures.

You’ve also found a lovey.  That darn blue blanket must be with you every time you sleep.  And it has to lay just. right. next. to. your. chin.  If it’s not, you wake us in the middle of the night to put it just so.  With your tie blanket on top and the Elmo blanket covering your head.  I have to remind myself that I’ll look back on these days and miss them.  That thought gets me through the sleepless nights.

Another thing you’ve latched on to…you monkey sweatshirt.  I love that darn Paul Frank zip up, it was your brother’s.  BUT, when it’s 30 degrees and you insist on only wearing that…it is awfully hard to get your tear filled faced into the car.  Your socks must be put on one foot each morning before I can remove it and put it on correctly.

Every day you fight with Sean over toys.  From Legos to those darn Resuce Bots to the camera.  He gets so frustrated that you don’t understand the concept of sharing.  I just keep reminding him that he’s there to help you figure it out.  And eventually he comes around and I find you two working together, solving a problem, or just hanging out.

This month has been a struggle of patience, a time of growth, a memory to be preserved.  While I have been frustrated beyond tears, I wouldn’t change a moment of it.

love always,

~mommy

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letters to my sons | february | sean

Welcome to the 2nd installment of Letters to our Children!  Don’t forget to follow our little circle by clicking on the link at the bottom of my page that will take you to another story.  Thanks so much!

To my dear boy,

Sean, oh Sean.  The first 6 months of your life every email, picture and text I sent I referred to you as Sean Christopher.  People asked me if we were going to call you that forever.  Nope.  But, you HAVE answered to many names in your short 5 years…Sean, Prince, Baby Sean, Sean-Sean and Bubba-Ganoosh, Brother and Bubs…just to name a few.

I remember, when you were a tiny thing, how it seemed that every day you learned something new.  I naively assumed that growth like that only happened at that young age.  How wrong I was.  I listen to you now, telling me stories about ‘school’ (daycare, really) that include letters, letter sounds, counting to a hundred, and stories about Abraham Lincoln.  Everyday you blow me over with what you learned just that day.

In the past, all that you cared to spend more than 5 minutes on was driving your race cars up and down the couch cushions.  Now I watch you drawing, writing your name (and your classmates’ names), cutting paper and creating alligators for hours at a time.  And, just the other night, you floored me again.  You decided that your Batman Lego plane needed to be rebuilt.  The fact that Daddy wasn’t home didn’t hold you back.  You spent the evening carefully piecing it back together.

Everyday, I look forward to the moment that I pick you up from school and you share your discoveries of the day.  Never stop learning, my little one, never.

love always,

~mommy

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letters to my sons | January | to my loves

To my Sean-Sean and Con Man~

There are so many things that each of you do that fill my heart with joy and pride.  Too many things to brag about and I know that people get tired of hearing all the amazing things that you do.  Every time that you pick up a crayon, Sean, I remember the boy who refused to draw a line.  Connor, when you grab my hand and tell me to tum on, tum wif me, Monny; I follow.  Every single time.  Because you don’t often request play time with me.

But, what makes me smile most often, sometimes with a tear following, is when I see you play together.  Not play side by side, or in the same room, or on the same couch, but together.  Sean, you ask Connor to play transformers or puppy with you.  And, 9 times out of 10 Connor, you do it.  Connor, I see you look up to Sean with a question in your eyes, and it’s almost like the question “ok, brother, now what?” doesn’t even have to be asked.  Sean guides you to the next step.  Sometimes you resist, but often you follow.

Connor, if I tell you to ask brother to find a toy for you, he does.  But only after he makes you say please at least twice.  All he has to do is say “Connor, what do you need to say?” and it pops right out of your mouth.  And, if you really want it, you throw in a little sign language, too

There were many times that your 3 year age difference worried me.   I worried that you wouldn’t be able to understand each other and that this would lead to fights.  It does, a lot, but they are short-lived.  The biggest fight right now is over Chase and the fact that he isn’t allowed out of your sight, Connor.  I was worried that you wouldn’t have anything in common.  That you would always be seeking out different toys, books, cartoons….not so much.  Connor, at times I often wonder if you only like Superman, and Batman, and the Rescuebots, because Sean does.  I now wonder what would consume your life if you could “choose” your own likes.

I wish with all my heart that I could freeze time.  I love where you are right now, who you are.  You enjoy spending time with each other and seek each other out as playmates.  I see this both and home and at your school.  Sean’s friends are Connor’s friends.  I can only hope and pray that this bond is never severed.  I love our home days together, even when they’re just spent cuddling on the couch watching DinoSquad for the umpteenth time.  However, I know that there will be many more moments to come.  And I feel blessed that I have discovered the passion for photography so that we will never forget this life that we get to call ours.

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Every day I feel so very blessed that God saw fit to give you to me.  You have taught me so much about myself.  Through you I have learned love, patience, forgiveness, and how to play with swords.  I understand now what it truly means to love someone and have that love returned.  When you see us across the room and towards me, or your dad, the love and joy that you feel is shared with everyone in the room.  It often takes my breath away.  I hope that the love you feel for us never diminishes.  You open my eyes to a new world every day.  I truly love you to the moon and back.  About 10 times, in fact!

love always,

~mommy

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