There is so much I love about you! You yell a big "Mama!" when I come home from work each evening. And you ask me to come "to here" when we're on FaceTime. You ask me not to go "a work" every day. You give great big bear hugs that make all my tension melt away. You tell me I'm your best friend. High fives and group hugs and kisses are routine in our house.
You're a silly kid. Always laughing and mimicking and giving sideways glances. You have the best facial expressions and everyone who meets you loves you. You're wild like your brother, jumping and climbing, and falling. You've always got a bruise or scrape somewhere on that active body of yours.
You're almost entirely perfect! But if you don't eat enough dinner, you're crabby in the morning, shakey and unreasonable from low blood sugar. And if we have to wake you up from your nap early, sometimes not much will make you feel better.
You love books and puzzles and diggers and spiderman. You're starting to develop a whole world of make believe. We are often told that you're not Will, you're blue spiderman boom boom. You used to be red spiderman boom boom. But all things change. Just like you.
You have an empathy that I didn't know was possible in little little kids. We were listening to your current favorite song "Bohemian Rhapsody" the other day and you couldn't help but start crying, big tears, crumpled face, when Freddie sang:
Mama, ooohooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
I don't miss much about having a little baby Will but I do miss snuggling a tiny body at night. Sometimes, rarely, you still need some comfort in the wee hours. Take the other night for instance - you woke at 2am crying out for daddy and me. I heard you, a room away, your voice carrying over the sound machine next to my head and pulling me through my slumber to wakefulness. I walked down the hall and took your little hand in mine and we crawled into your bed. You stopped crying immediately as our hands touched. You settled in next to me, an elbow or foot always touching me, making sure I didn't go. After your breath settled, grew even and measured, and I knew you were back to sleep, I rolled over, kissed you and told you I was going to go. You said, "Ok" and back to sleep you went, fully satisfied that someone was there to care for you.
As you grow older and need me less and less for middle of the night fears, I hope you know that I'll still always care for you.
Love,
Mama
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