I wrote this yesterday but forgot to post it.
Today you are four years old and I can hardly believe it. Your older brother was two and a half when you were born and he seemed like such a big boy. You are now four and, even though a new baby will be joining us in a few months, you still seem like my baby.
You love to give kisses and hugs and you continually tell us (me, dad, brother) how much you love us. You are quite capable of having (frequent) catastrophic meltdowns, but most of the time, you just smile and laugh and shower us with love.
Your favourite things:
Creating huge involved complicated games with all your little toys and characters
Playing with your brother
Watching a show on Mommy’s iPad or daddy’s phone
Going to see Gramma
Your least favourite things:
Wearing mitts and a toque
Eating vegetables and fruits
You’re trying so hard to understand things and make sense of the world around you:
You know the new baby is in mom’s uterus but you constantly ask if today is the day that I will be peeing, pooping, or barfing out the baby.
You always ask about people in our family and want to know how they fit in, “Do you have a dad? Who is your mom’s mom? How many sisters do you have?”
You’re completely confused by the concept of time and think every day (since August) is your birthday. You also wish us Merry Christmas and Happy New Year almost every night.
Everything is a race. Whether we are going upstairs or outside or to the car, you always yell, “I’m going to win!”
You are quite insistent on wiping your own bit and washing yourself in the bath. Ive been trying to explain that you don’t need to use an entire roll of toilet paper each time.
You love to dance and pose and constantly want me to take your picture.
You’re adorable and hilarious and have a huge imagination, and I am loving this time at home win you, the last half year before Junior Kindergarten starts.
You have very little interest in letters or numbers. I go through periods of intense worry (older brother could say the whole alphabet and count perfectly to ten before he started school. He could also draw rudimentary pictures of people and write his name. You are still drawing lines and squiggles.) because I’m scared you’ll be really far behind when school starts in September. But then I feel immense guilt because all kids are different and I promised myself I wouldn’t compare the abilities and talents of my children.
But what can I say? I do worry about you a bit, but I truly do believe that each child is different and should be celebrated according to his or her gifts. Please believe me when I say I actually don’t want you to be like your brother. You are so unique and wonderful and, despite my “mom worries” I don’t really want you to change. I want you to grow as a person but I want you to stay uniquely you.
Okay, I just told a little lie. There is one thing I would like to change about you and that is your eating habits. I would love it if you started eating a more balanced diet and if you would try new foods. Please take that into consideration, okay?
Thanks for an amazing chaotic year. You’re full of love and full of adventure and I’m very blessed and lucky to be your mommy.