Sunday, January 13, 2019

4-Year-Old Love Letter

My Sweet Wessy Bug,

I love the 4 year old you.

You are incredibly bright and learn new concepts with zero effort. At 4 you know all your letters, can count to nearly 100 and love to practice writing and doing "homework". You see your brother learning kindergarten academics and its seems totally reasonable to you that you learn them as well. You have a photographic memory and pay very close attention to detail. You are meticulous about coloring within the lines and get surgical when it comes to decorating cookies. You are so much fun and with Owen off at kindergarten you love being the man of the house. You play by yourself super well and embrace having your own space to create and be. When you're in the playroom by yourself I'm always shocked when I come in and there is literally no mess. You have one or two toys out and are completely content.

The middle child gets a lot of flack but in my honest opinion, you've got it pretty good. Out of all the kids I'd say we bring our best parting game when it comes to you. We have learned what battles are worth fighting and still have plenty of resolve to follow through. You are a remarkably well adjusted; you don't get super jealous if someone gets something that you don't, you can wait your turn and as mentioned above you are quite self sufficient when it comes to entertainment. You love doing puzzles and playing games. You talk incessantly and have the sweetest sounding voice. You are a tender and protective big brother to Hazel. You love listening to music at high volumes and repeating the same song one thousand times. You get yourself dressed on occasion but getting you to do it independently is a daily battle. You're pretty motivated by your sticker chart but neither of us have been on top of using it consistently. Your favorite shows are PJ makes and Paw Patrol. Your favorite foods are rice and quesadillas.

You switched daycares in September and still don't love being there. They brush your teeth before nap and the toothpaste is too spicy. Your teachers report that you're pretty quite and prefer to play alone over participating with the other kids. You are slow to warm up in those types of situations and it takes a long time for people to earn your trust. Once you're comfortable you flourish and I know that won't take long to happen in this setting. You fall a lot and still haven't seemed to master the art of putting your hands out to catch yourself. Daddy likes to call you "hips" because of the way you shift your hips when you walk. Your facial expressions and animation light up my days. When I tell you I love you, you respond with "Love you too, you're the best! Actually our whole family is the best!"

One of my favorite things we share is your bedtime ritual. When you get into bed I "say my stuff." I tell you I love you, I believe in you, you're the best Wessy in the whole world, you are so special to me and you make my heart happy, God loves you and I love being with you. I add different things each day and you beam while we chat. You really are the best and there are so many reasons to celebrate you. It's a constant pray in my heart that you know how deeply you are loved and valued. You are such special part of our family and I am profoundly grateful for all that you are. I love you more with each passing day and being your mama is my greatest joy.

xoxo,
Your Loving Mama















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