Vicarious Rocky

I write my son letters every so often, and I always write one on his birthday, so here is this year's, followed by some pictures:


I must sound like a broken record on these happy birthday letters, but Wow! You’re awesome! Well here’s something new. I LOVE Year Three! I always suspected I would. My fantasies of motherhood were always about precocious toddlers. So, I am on cloud nine because age three is just a dream. You’re having conversations with us, you’re almost always joyful, constantly curious, cute as ever, you have a hilarious sense of humor (both intentional and unintentional), are independent enough to play alone, reasonably opinionated, and still cuddly. I adore you.



The last three years went fast, of course, but now that you’re three, and I see how lovely you are -- Well, I realize how difficult things were when you were younger. Sage and I were talking about how for the first 18 months we either had to be holding you or staring at you for every waking hour. Oh my is that oppressive. Only now that I can listen to you play in another room do I realize how much work that was! I’ve got it so easy.

You used to cry a lot. As a baby, of course, and then as a young toddler who couldn’t communicate. But now we just talk. You still get upset, but I always know why and we can always work it out easily. Did I mention I love you at three? People tell me these preschool years are dreamy. So I am counting my blessings and enjoying every day I have with you as much as possible. I hope to take lots of time to be with you before you go off to school. Luckily I can. I have a crazy good life and am so happy. I hope you’re happy too.