Last year, in honor of Mother's Day, I reflected on Why I love being a mother to Walter & Rose....
I did it again this year.
walter
You just typed that all on your own. You are so smart and learning so much. I am so proud that you know almost all your letters, can count, know colors and shapes. You are learning to share pretty nicely too. You like to remind me all the time that you are a "good helper" and you are a good helper.
You say the funniest things. Lately, "in the warm spring I'll do xyz...." "In the warm spring, can we do abc....?" "In the warm spring, I did _____." You are all about the "warm spring" and it is pretty funny to me. I guess after the longest winter and the coldest spring -ever in your life and maybe mine too- the warm spring is something that seems a little bit down the road.
So here it is Mother's Day and the warm spring is sort of here. In a little while, we will clean out the sandbox and put in fresh sand for the warm spring and the hot summer. You will probably say, today, a dozen times or more, "What choo said mom?" You say this all the time and I am really beginning to wonder if I should have your ears checked again. But Dad and I chuckle many times to hear you say this, even funnier is the response we get when we try to correct you.
We have spent the school year going through the ABCs and Bible stories and I am proud of what you have absorbed. You say you want to have Jesus in your heart. We listen to Christian music during the day and I often hear you singing along. This melts my heart.
You are at times challenging as you learn self control and choosing to make the right decisions. When I look at your handsome face, bright eyes, happy smile and loving heart, potty training, temper tantrums, refusing to try new foods are outshined. You are a snuggler. You play hard. You play well with your trucks, trains, computer games, and sandbox. You are all boy. I am happy that you are my boy.
Rosie,
My little girl. Still a baby in so many ways and still on the verge of being 2 in so many ways. You want to do things yourself. You know stuff. I say go get something you go get it. If I say get off the coffee table or you will go to your crib you get it. I am astounded by what you know. You have become a little word factory. "Come baack Wawa!" "go daddy" "milk" "Up/& down"
Anything with buttons you pick up and hold to your ear like a veteran phone talker, say "Hallo" bark out some commands and then "ga-bye".
You are a dancer and a singer. You can play in your crib and talk to Violet and I think you are now singing along with her. You give great hugs and kisses but not every time you are asked. I love to sing to you about being the "sweetest Rose that grows" and as I get ready to put you to bed I know you are ready when you say "good night" and pretty much hurl yourself into the the crib.
You crack me up when you blow a raspberry on my belly. You give me great joy when I hold out my arms and you run to me and give me a hug. I love that you play with cars & trucks, while wearing a tutu. As much as it drives me crazy to find shoes all over the house, I love that you are playing dress-up with my shoes.
You babies are the joy of my heart. Its not always easy, but you are always worth it.
Love,
Mom mom
