A Letter To My Son

What better way to follow up 'A Letter To My Daughter' than with a letter to my son? My kids completely own my soul. When I was pregnant with a boy, I had a few people tell me, "Oh, he'll bring out your soft spots." And I didn't really believe them, because I already had Ashlyn, who makes my heart melt on a daily basis. I'm pretty strict with her in the disciplining field. I have no problem telling her "No." and "Because Mommy said so!" (Her father, on the other hand, has the hardest time telling her no--it's both endearing and frustrating. Ha!) Well, those people, were so right! I am such a softy for my little, Tristan! It's not like I love him more or less, it's the same love, but different. (It makes sense when you have more than one kid.) I better get it together before the age of two rolls around! Anyways, here is a letter to my sweet, 6 month old, Tristan.

Tristan,
     You turned 6 months old yesterday and I cannot believe how fast these 6 months have gone! While in labor at the hospital, waiting for your arrival; three different nurses came in to check your vitals when we first got there. Each one of them told me, "You've got a happy baby in there." I have no idea how they thought they could tell you were happy, but they were right. You are so happy, all the time. If I just make eye contact with you, your face lights up! 
     I tell people you are the wisest person I know and they kind of laugh, thinking I'm joking, but I'm not. You were born with a wise energy- an old soul. The first time you looked at me, I was like, "Whoa!" I told your Dad, I wish I could ask you a few questions, because I felt like you had the key to life! It's very intimidating, to be honest, I don't want to mess up your wiseness.
     You're rolling over now and trying to scooch along. You have a mild obsession with the packages your wipes come in. I have to hide them behind me when I change you so you stay still and don't use all your energy trying to get to those dang wipes! You want to touch everything anyone else is holding. It is quite hysterical, because I feel like your mind is ahead of your motor skills. You cannot grasp things, but want to, so bad! 
     The way you look at your sister melts my heart time and time again. She seems to be the light in your life. You crack up when she starts talking to you and then she starts laughing, because you're laughing at her and then you two are just staring at each other laughing--which makes me laugh and my heart want to explode! She loves laying next to you and letting you innately grasp her hair in your little hands. Then she yells, "Help me!" But she secretly, loves it.  
    You make me smile, Tristan. You're just a constant ray of happiness in my life right now, even though I owe all my sleep deprivation to you :). I'm enjoying our early morning coffee dates with every ounce of my being. Love you, sweet boy! -Mom

The days parenthood gets hard and frustrating, I just think about my kids. How they won't be kids for long. They're going to grow up and do amazing things and be a husband, wife, mother, father, boss, employee, student, teacher, friend, soul-mate, they're going to chase their dreams, fall in love, have their hearts broken and their values tested, they're going to create and learn lessons the hard way, they're going to live, but right now they are just my kids, that I have the luxury to spend every day with. I know I'm going to look back and have nothing but magical memories of these times, I'm working hard to appreciate the magic now.