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I know I say this every month, but it’s still true. I can’t believe you’re 16 months already. We’ve been doing this mom and baby, parenting, family gig for 16 whole months. You’ve done such a wonderful job of growing up, helping me to slow down at times, and enhancing our family. You really are an amazing child. I love to see you smile and laugh. Your language skills are literally increasing by the day. You knowledge and awareness of the world around you just grows and grows. Every time you hear the train, you stop and instead of being a little nervous and needing reassurance, you point and tell me “train”. I love it. Just as I love the way you tell me “pee” when you’ve gone or now “potty” when you’re getting that feeling. (I do need you to actually use the potty, though.) You’re incredible the way you read books alone, or ask for them to be read to you. I love the way you curl up beside me or on my lap when we’re reading. You’re adorable when you wake briefly in the mornings as Papa gets ready for work, just to give him a smile and hug and letting us know he’s going to “work”.
Your hair is too wild and we really need to trim it again. In fact, I’m thinking of trimming it now, yet I can never bring myself to do it. You just have such beautiful hair and it truly compliments your bright, springy, happy personality. If I’ve never told you how much I enjoy watching you play before, know that I have always enjoyed it. Now though, now it’s different. I see the way you interact with toys and other objects. I see how you emulate what Papa or I do with objects. I see how you like to ‘help’ sweep the floor or put things away. I watch the way you talk to yourself, practicing your words. I think it’s really funny when something comes apart and you can’t quite get it together, so you bring it to me saying “broke” repeatedly, even after I’ve ‘fixed’ it.
You still take over the bed each night. But you’re staying up longer during the day, often opting to nap literally when it’s time for me to start preparing dinner. We’re getting through that, but it’s not easy. When you are sleeping, I marvel at how you still wrap your body around me, or when you’re going to sleep and you want to be rocked so you try to rock yourself until I catch on. The kisses you give are kisses I never really want to end, even if sometimes I say “ok, that’s enough, time to sleep”.
Baby Boy, I love you with all of me. Every last drop of who I am as a mother is because of you. Every time I make a mistake, speak harshly, give you hugs and kisses, encourage you to do something new or more, hold your hand, and we smile and laugh together. All of that, every part is for you. Sometimes I speak harshly because I’m always learning how to be a mother, while you’re always being a child. My head and my heart know this, sometimes though I forget and so I react. I’m glad that in my learning how to be your Momma, I don’t say cruel things to you. In fact, that’s something I never want to do. I never want to aid in your feeling less than or anything like that. I want to always be the place you come to no matter what happens in life. You are an incredible child, an incredible person all your own and I’m so very grateful to have you in my life.
Thank you for being my son!