I can hardly believe I haven't posted anything since August! I have a half dozen drafts sitting there waiting to be edited and posted...
But this tradition is too important to put off. So unlike last year when you napped while I did this, the 2 of your are buzzing around me eating Rice Krispie Treats "one more nibble" at a time, flipping back and forth between Legos and chalk on the porch and coming to me with questions and statements of various subject matter.
There have been so many moments and looks and funny things said this year that make being your momma the sweetest thing. Spinning the words together to capture each of you well enough is tough though.
Dear Walter,
This was a big year for you. You started Kindergarten and Classical Conversations (CC). You moved into a new house and your own longed for blue room. Like most kids you would rather play than do school but we are working on getting a groove so we can get done what needs to be done and have plenty of time for playing. You have become a Lego Master -in our eyes. The things you create are amazing because you are not just slapping together some Lego bricks but that the parts you put together have a purpose. Granted there are Legoes ALL OVER THE HOUSE, it is a small price to pay to see the deep joy it gives you to create.
You can read now. It is amazing to me. I love to see the little light bulb go on when you get something or when you figure out the answer to something. I love when your face lights up with knowledge. You don't like writing, but you have learned more about the geography of the world than the average Kindergartener so I am impressed with you!
The knowledge you soak up and pass on only continues to amaze and also educate me!
The greatest and best thing to happen to you this year more than a blue room... On February 18, you came to me out of the blue and said you wanted to have Jesus in your heart. So we prayed and you became a new creation. For this momma, that was one of the greatest days of my life -to know your name is now written in the Lamb's Book of Life. Though you are young to make this choice I can only trust that the Holy Spirit prompted you.
I continue to sometimes get lost in those blue eyes. You are pure boy, full of excitement so much so that sometimes you are telling me stuff about Legos or Star Wars or Star Wars Legos and my head is spinning with the details spilling out. You are excited and there is nothing better than seeing you excited.
You are a natural teacher to your sister and most of the time I know that you look out for her. In this year of transition, where we have moved away from MOPS, Bible study and our friends at church I have been comforted in that fact they you have each other. Sometimes you do each need to have your own space your but your care and friendship for your "Rosa" has seen us all through some cold lonesome winter days - days full of Legos, princesses, books, crafts, Daniel Tiger, SciShow Kids and Doc McStuffins and spoons full of peanut butter and Nutella.
These are just a few of the reasons I love being your momma.
Dear Rosie,
Well you have your pink room at last. Though now you want it to be purple. You say purple in such a way that I can not mimic it -at all- but I love the way you say it. You aren't a baby anymore. You are an opinionated little girl. You love tutus and dancing. I love to listen to you - when you don't think I am listening! You have little dialogues with whatever you are playing with - princess dolls, Calico Critters, Lego minifigures or stuffed animals. Sometimes you incorporate storylines from shows you have seen and sometimes you make up songs for them to sing. You have an imagination that is for sure and I love that! You also learn by singing. I swear that one day you will know the alphabet and it won't be from anything I taught but from a song on YouTube.
You love to "look at the babies" on my phone. I have a bittersweet chuckle to myself because neither of you are babies anymore! But it is a daily ritual when you get up in the morning to come look at photos on my phone. I frequently wake up and find that you are sleeping with me. I love the extra snuggle time.
Everyday. Everyday multiple times a day you tell me you love me. "Mommy, I love you" I will never grow tired of hearing that and repeating the same. I love you sweet vibrant, know what you want little girl. If you want to wear strips and polka dots together you will do it. Mostly you want to wear your Frozen dresses and tap shows. You are a little adventurer and you have a tender heart for animals including the recent mouse we captured. You don't think twice about picking up an earthworm. You want to be a "good helper for your family" and you are.
The other night when you were snuggling into bed, we locked eyes and really looked each other. Its easy for me to look at you and overflow with love and reveal in your beauty and sheer existence.
You looked at me in the same way though. In the day to day of life, the picking up of toys, making food for you picky eaters to feel you say, "You are my mom and I really love you. You are my world and I reveal in your beauty and existence." Well, it just made me feel incredibly blessed.
You make me feel loved my sweet girl. One of the many reasons why I love being your mom.
You are both the greatest treasures and the best challenges I could ever hope for.
I wish I could spin the words together to fully capture the many moments, looks and funny things said this year like "super cold water" and "too cold water" and so many others. My words will never do the job justice for you are both just so much bigger and more interesting than my words.
Love,
Mommy
