September 21, 2010….
I went into labor. For approximately one hour and thirty minutes. We barely made it to the hospital on time – and the poor kid who had the misfortune of working the ER door that night probably wet himself at some point shortly after our arrival. Sho-Sho was intimidating…. but Mommy was a woman possessed… and you WERE COMING right that very minute, no matter what anyone said. Of course, Mommy’s big, bad act was kinda stolen from her by your need to have immediate bathroom access. Oh, well. It won’t be long before Mommy gets years of practice at yelling at complete strangers – part of that yelling will be on your behalf, by the way.
Happy Birthday Sweet Bug!
I’ve been trying to write this for a couple of days – but it’s just not easy to list all of the amazing things that make you, you!
I can’t believe you’re three. I can’t believe you started preschool yesterday. It seems like two days ago you were a little snug bug who was perfectly content as long as you were in Mommy’s arms. I can still remember the way you looked at the world around you with such intensity and curiosity. I just can’t believe you are three – I can’t even wrap my head around you some days.
You entered this world with some serious gusto, and you have taken life on in much the same manner. Bull by the horns, so to speak. You are one of a kind, my boy. Every inch of you – from your head to your toes – from your unwavering love of cars to your hilarious dance routine every time you ask to hear “Radioactive” AKA “Mason’s Song!”. You bring light, laughter, and joy to everyone who crosses your path. All it takes is one smile, one giggle and you have the attention of the whole room.
You see the world in such a unique way, and it’s such a blessing to be able to look through your eyes. You have always had this way of studying the things and people around you – I’ve honestly never seen a child so intently observe the world. Daddy and I love to watch as the gears in your head turn as you observe and figure out the workings of everything you see.
You’re sweet, and smart, and funny, and oh so very entertaining. I wouldn’t change a thing about you – and I hope you never want to. You’re a beautiful, exciting, chaotic little boy, and every inch of that is what makes you so wonderful. I have so many dreams for you, so many things I cannot wait to watch you achieve. I hope you’ll always be true to who you are. I hope you’ll always listen to that part of you that is so creative and curious. I hope you never bring Poopcasso Jr back. I hope you never flush another dinosaur down the toilet. I hope you continue to love cooking with Mommy and watching Monster Trucks with Daddy. I hope you always keep looking up at the world above you, as well as the world around you. I hope you put that killer arm to use on a baseball or football field and stop pegging me in the head with cars. I hope you always have a silly streak. I hope you never let go of the joy you find in simple things. I hope you stop eating markers, and your brother’s Legos. I hope you never stop “collecting” memories. I hope you never lose passion for the things you love.
In short – I hope you always remain exactly who you are – no matter who you grow up to be.
I cannot wait to see what you do as you grow. The things you will learn, from everyone and everything in your world, and the way you apply those lessons will surely make an incredible man one day.
For now though, I want to you to stay little. I want you to remain a child for as long as you can, in a world that forces our children to grow up too quickly. I want you to pull out your pretend binoculars and look for birds in the sky. I want you to ride around on your “lawn mower” every Monday morning when the neighbors have their lawns cut. I want to watch Cars with you over and over again. I want to chase lizards in the front yard and butterflies in the back. I want to see your excitement each time you spot the moon. I want to see your face light up when someone gives you a “ring pop ring”, or when an emergency vehicle drives by.
Be good to your brother. He’s the only one you have – and while you two have your ups and downs, you should always remember to be there for each other. You will make each other crazy, but at the end of the day, you will always have one another.
And no matter what – always, always remember that Mommy and Daddy love you. We want the best for you – we want the world for you. And we will do whatever we can to make sure you have the best life we can provide.
You are one incredible little boy. I love you. I’m so crazy proud of you.
Okay, I guess I’m done now – you can stop yelling at me, I’m coming to watch Cars right now.