A Letter for August

Dear Noah,

Two months, kiddo. That’s how long it will be before you turn three years old. Two very short months. (A little less than) Eight weeks. That’s all.

This month has been one of adjustments for the two of us. Mommy started working pretty much full time from home, and you are having to adjust to not having me at your beck and call 24 hours a day. I’m sure some people sit back and silently criticize the fact that I’ve decided to work out of home; dedicating certain hours of my day to work rather than spending every single one of those hours waiting on your needs hand and foot.

But, you know what kiddo? You’re getting to be a big boy now. As much as mommy loves spending all of her time with you, you really enjoy spending some time alone. Even though you still need me to do some of the bigger things (like help you go potty, fix you juice, take care of lunch and snack times), you really do enjoy your little moments of solitude, too.

Watching a movie and reenacting the scenes is a real favorite. Whether you’re race cars are crashing into one another or Evil Dr. Porkchop is taking over the world…nothing excites you more than imaginative play. But animated films aren’t your only enjoyment anymore. You’ve started taking to “real” movies, too. Most of them are sports related…like Rookie of the Year and The Sandlot. You spent all week last week watching baseball movies over and over and over again—right there on the couch for hours and hours; bat, ball and glove in hand.

Despite how cute and fun you are most of the time, you’ve really been a handful this month. I don’t know if it’s because mommy is working a lot during the day time now, or if it’s just the fact that you are nearing three years old…but you’ve thrown more tantrums than normal and become a bit of a whiney butt when things don’t go exactly like you want, when you want them to.

It’s a habit we’re working to break. Spanking’s don’t seem to be doing the trick, so time out time at the foot of the staircase is becoming a frequent place of punishment. You’re so active and full of life, that the very threat of making you sit down and chill is enough (most of the time) to snap you out of whatever fit you’re throwing.

I worry sometimes about whether or not I’m making the best decisions for you. I look at you, at the little boy that you are becoming and wonder if everything I’m doing is going to be enough for you. Because that’s what you deserve. You deserve the best, baby boy. The very best that life has to offer you. I want so much for you. I want to see you achieve your goals, go after your dreams…no matter what they may be.

Daddy and I were talking just yesterday about all of the things that we hope for you. When you get a bit older, we’ll explain to you the social stigma that mommy and daddy dealt with growing up. The pressure to become who your parents want you to become, rather than you who YOU want to be. We don’t want that for you. While we hope to help lead you and guide you into discovering your personal talents and skills, we never, ever want to force you into something that you don’t want to do. We don’t ever want you to think that you have to do something because that’s what mommy and/or daddy did.

We want to give you the choices. The options. The ability to choose your future. Choose your college. Choose your lifestyle. No matter what you choose, as long as it’s what you really and truly want…as long as it’s going to make you happy, then we will be as supportive of you as we possibly can be.

Because you are our son.

And we are proud of you. Always. No matter what.

Love you to pieces, Noah.

Always, always.

-Mommy

I’m sharing one of my favorite Quick and Easy Family Meals today with Kyna @ Great Expectations! Make sure you guys check it out! It’s totally delish! You can also still linkup with the August Still Life Standouts; and enter the Dandelion Dream Giveaway!