Five

Dear Joey,

You are five. Five. As in years old. Gah, saying it out loud kills me. You are that kid. You know the one that you love so much you want to squeeze him to death but at the same time you realize he might be trying to kill you. Yep, that's you.


I adore you. I really do, you are my sweet face, my baby and my shit-wrecker all wrapped into one gigantic force to be reckoned with. You are so big and strong and you remind me more of your Dad each day. You are also so, so difficult. Your personality is demanding and you do everything 110%. I wonder if you actually hear me when I am screaming at you for the 10 millionth time each day.

I really think God gave you to me to teach me how to be more patient and also to remind me that parenting a head-strong boy like you is hard-work.

Some of the greatest things about you are the hardest to deal with. You have no filter and although your Dad and I really get a kick out of some of the hysterical things you say, we have also both been extremely embarrassed by the random things you spew out whenever you feel the mood strike.

No matter how hard some of our days together might be, you still have the tendency to crawl in bed with me and snuggle up. You lay so close to me, touching me at all times and even though I want nothing more than to sleep untouched, I cling to those moments. I know they will be over all too soon. I am not quite ready for you to be an actual big kid yet. I still want my baby around.

You are smart, athletic and one of your favorite things to do is color. You are hug into sports and love playing hockey, flag football and swimming. You start baseball next week and I panic at the thought of you and a bat, but you are super excited to start playing. You are a hard-worker and always try hard at everything you do. You are not a quitter, instead you are always determined to be good at whatever you put your mind to. I could not be more proud of you.


I Hope this year brings you all you dreamed and that you have the greatest birthday yet. You may be my big guy, but you are also always going to be my baby.

I love you to the moon and back,
Mama
xoxo


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