A Letter To My Beanie

Dear Beanie,

I can't believe you just turned 6.  Six.  Where has the time gone?

Even though I still call you my little man, you are not so little anymore.  I know you couldn't wait to turn 6 because that's a "big boy" age.  This morning you woke up all excited because you were officially 6.  Me?  I wish you were still 4.  I'm not ready for you to be 6 yet.  I'm not ready for you to be independent.  Not just yet. 

This year, you've accomplished alot.  So much that I'm so proud of you.  You're in kindergarten.  You're a great reader.  You can pick up a book and read words you've never even seen before.  Not sure how you do it, but keep it up!  You're learning a lot of math.  Addition, subtraction, even some multiplication.  You've come a long way in swim class.  You look so comfortable in the water.  Who would've thought that just over a year ago, you were afraid to put your head under water.  You can skateboard now.  You can ride your scooter.  And the list goes on...  I am so proud of all your accomplishments!

Please don't grow up too quickly.  I'm not ready for that.  I still want you to be my little man.  I love it when you call me "Momsie".  It was annoying at first, but I love it now.  It's that cute way in which you say it that melts my heart.   Momseeee.  Don't stop calling me that, please.  It's the one thing that keeps you little in my heart.  And as much as I love that you're getting older and more independent, I wish you could stay little forever.  I don't ever want to hear you stop calling me Momsie.

I love you with all my heart.  You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I am so proud to have you for a son.  You've taught me so much in these 6 years.  You've taught me patience.  You've taught me to laugh and be free.  You've taught me to sing and dance.  You've taught me the meaning of unconditional love.  I love you for that.  Beanie, you are and always will be the love of my life. 

Happy Birthday, Beanie!

Love,
Momsie

Dear Beanie...

Dear Beanie,

Happy Birthday to my sweet little boy!  Well, you're not so little anymore.  You're 5 today.  I can't believe it's been 5 years since I brought you home from the hospital.  I still remember how tiny you were.  That's why I called you "Beanie".  Tiny and skinny, just like a string bean. 

But look how you've grown.  Physically, mentally, emotionally.  Five years ago, I wouldn't have guessed my colicky, non-stop crying, always-needed-to-be-held baby would turn into the independent, funny, intelligent, compassionate little man that you are. 

You're the best son a mommie could ever have.  As much as I've tried to teach you and nurture you these past 5 years, I think you've done an equally, if not better, job in teaching me.  You've taught me what innocence is,  what it's like to see the world in your eyes.  You've taught me to how to stop and just smell the flowers...literally.  You've taught me the names of every skateboarding trick there is out there and no matter how many times I get it wrong, you say, "it's ok, Mommie."  But most of all, you've taught me to love someone unconditionally.  I love hearing you call me "mommie"  or "mama" or yes, even "mom".  I couldn't ask for anything more.

I find myself staring at you sometimes.  Just because.  Because of your smile.  Because of the goofy dance you're doing.  Because of your silly rendition of the latest pop song.  Because of the things you say to me.  Just because.  And I smile.  I guess I'm hoping if I stare long enough, I can freeze this moment in time.  Because I never want those moments to end.  Don't grow up too fast, Beanie.  I know you're ready...but I'm not. 

I am so grateful and blessed for the wonderful gift you are giving me every day!  You make my smile, you make me cry, you make me sing, you make me dance.  You are, and forever will be...my angel, my Beanie, the love of my life!

Happy Birthday, sweetie!!!  I love you lots!

Love,

Mama