Letters to Our Kids (Are You Sure They Know?)

Today, my “baby” turns two years old. He runs, strings sentences together and climbs things he shouldn’t. He steals my heart in small moments the way I never knew I could lose it. To sit with someone so beautiful – so pure – and to know that I was allowed to take part in his creation… I have experienced the goodness of ten lifetimes.Some day too soon, he will be old enough to find these “love letters” embarrassing, and I will have to stop spreading them all over the internet. I suppose that will be my cue to have another kid.
When I was pregnant, I bought a journal called “Love Letters to My Baby.” This was the first journal I’ve ever completed (pretty sad for a “journal”ism major, huh?). I actually finished ninety-six pages of handwritten hopes, fears, dreams and prayers for my unborn child. Motherhood really has changed me!

I hope that between the archive of blog posts that will have accumulated, and this journal, that he will see that his mom used to be young and sort of cool. Or at least relatable, if not cool. Cool probably won’t even be a word he uses… sigh, I’m already losing this battle. No matter.
He may read all this and confirm his suspicions that I’m a complete dweeb. I can live with that. What I want him to know most is that he captured my heart well before he had the chance to earn it.

Dearest Ethan, Continue reading

Toddler Speech Therapy

My little Ethan is nearing the 18-month mark, and his babbling is quickly becoming coherent speech. He is learning that he can say “nana!” and, most of the time, I give him a banana to eat. He asks for water, he gets water. He asks for the ball, and mommy or daddy help him hunt it down immediately.

Not only do his new words get him things he wants, but Ethan now finds that he can communicate ideas with us. When he points at our dog, Stanley, and says, “Apa,” (his word for puppy, which he came up with after months of hearing us say, Awwww, puppy!) and I repeat back, “Puppy!” his eyes shine with excitement that he was understood.

As we’ve entered this new phase of communication, and we build a foundation for our future relationship, I’m realizing what a huge deal it is even for such a small child to be acknowledged and feel understood. Continue reading

The Story of the Blanket

Last Thanksgiving, my family gathered at my parents’ house to eat dinner. My aunt, uncle and cousins were present, as well as my great-grandmother Opal. She seemed very excited to hold her great great grandson Ethan. She brought a small piggy bank to give to him, as well as a very, very special blanket.
The room was quiet as she told the story of how this blanket came to be. My grandmother, my dad’s mother, had recently passed away. This blanket extremely special because she was the one who made it. Continue reading