Dear Lucius (Or Lucky, Or Louie, Or Luca, Or Luke, Or Loose, Or Lucy, Or
Bubba, Or Sweet Boy 😉
)
Today, as we celebrate you turning two years old, I find myself
super emotional, and just wanting to celebrate you.
Let me explain: Lately I’ve been reflecting on the fascinating
way my love for you has shifted over time. When you were first born—in those
initial first weeks of helplessness and those speedy first months of
development—my love for you was incredibly instinctual. It was a powerful
maternal connection.
I loved you because you were my baby. Or, more
accurately, because you were my baby. AND YOU STILL ARE.
But… Now you’re two, and it’s occurred to me that my love for you goes
far beyond your connection to me. I love you so much sometimes it makes
me cry (but for good reasons of course)
I realize it when you talk about your shapes, colors, and numbers.
I realize it when you reach for excitement for me when I pick you up at
daycare. Or when you say “spin” and reach your arms out to be spun around and
laugh joyfully before saying “more” I realize it as your eyes light up with
excitement when we try new things. Or when you swing on the swing for the first
time like a big boy. I realize it when you run and give me a kiss and hug, and
I never want to let you go. I realize it when you throw a ball, and then chase
after it eagerly, to throw it to me again. Or when you ride on your Tonka truck
outside, chasing your big sister and the other kids. I realize it when you
finish your bowl of my spaghetti, and you exclaim “all done” and I want to kiss
you and tell you “good job!”
There are so many more examples I could give because you are such a
smart, unique, special, little boy.
And at two years old, you are separate from me. You are your own
unique individual, and—here’s the kicker—you’re awesome.
You have turned into this amazing little boy. You love everyone, and
everything, and you are fearless. You love to climb. I hope that never changes
for you. I hope you try everything you ever wanted to do. You are one of the
happiest little boys I’ve ever seen. Always smiling. Always loving. This is a
fond reminder, that I must be doing something right.
As you’ve grown more independent and your personality has emerged
stronger and stronger, I find myself marveling at how incredible of a person
you are. Even though I am tired, and have some rough days, I know that I’d
still want to play hide-and-seek with you, sing and dance, and just hang out
with you!
My love for you today is based strongly on who you are as your own
person—rather than on the simple fact that you’re my son. And trust me when I
say this. I love you to the moon, stars and back again. You’re such an amazing
little boy.
The coolest part about that phenomenon? The realization
that it’s only going to keep growing.
As you continue to grow and develop, so will the way I love you. As
your likes and dislikes become more different—as you face successes,
challenges, and disappointments in life—my heart will expand to new places,
too.
And then one day I will wake up and you will be an adult,
one that I hope to love not only as a son, but also as a friend. I hope that
you are forever a mommy’s boy, and that never changes.
I hope you grow in the Lord and do amazing things. I hope you do
good things in your life. I hope you continue to grow up to be this amazing person.
I hope you become the gentleman that doesn’t break a girl’s heart. I hope you
go far. I hope you realize how much I needed you when you came into this world,
because son, you brought so much light back into my life, and even my eyes show
it.
So, I guess my message to you on your second birthday is simply
this: You are awesome. Your boundless energy, your sweet demeanor, your
creative spirit—it all comes together to make you a truly remarkable little
human being.
I feel privileged to be your mama. From a parent’s
perspective, it doesn’t get any cooler than that.
As you journey into the next year—which I’m sure will be the
tremendous twos, with some terrible thrown in for good measure—I’m filled with
anticipation to watch you become more and more uniquely you.
My heart will be right there, growing alongside you, my love spreading to cover
every new inch of you.
I love you, my awesome son.
Happy Birthday.
Love your Mom.
Born: June 25th 2009
