17 months

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October 17, 2013 by Heather

Dear Parker,
You are a mess.  The end.

Your favorite thing to do right now is play outside.  All I have to say is the word and you are bringing me your shoes and headed for the back door.  The weather has been so nice!  You play and play and bring me fistfuls of dirt and grass., which of course I accept gratefully.  I love your playful spirit, and I LOVE watching you play and discover things.  It's the best.

Your favorite thing to do right now is play outside. All I have to say is the word and you are bringing me your shoes and headed for the back door. The weather has been so nice! You play and play and bring me fistfuls of dirt and grass., which of course I accept gratefully. I love your playful spirit, and I LOVE watching you play and discover things. It’s the best.

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This is your “brave” thing – running under the trampoline.  You duck down and squint your eyes and go as fast as you can.

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Sweet new trick – strolling around with your tiny hands clasped behind you.  And we’ve been “practicing” wearing your Halloween costume.  You love headbands.

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You are just overall very brave right now.  And kind of mischievous in a cute way.  I struggle to find the balance of letting you be independent and playful but still not get hurt (too bad).  You love trying to climb on top of just about anything – chairs, tables, diaper boxes, balls (yikes), packages of toilet paper.  I pretty much spend the day following you around making sure you don’t do something dangerous.

Even still, I love your playfulness so much.  You’ve always loved to play, but right now it is on a whole ‘nutha level.  And even though your playfulness sometimes causes the entire house to look like a tornado came through, I try to let you do your thing.  You are very curious and just amazed by anything.  I feel so lucky to get to see you see things through your little eyes.  It’s really, truly wonderful watching you play.

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We’ve been working on utensil usage, and it is going well!  You really enjoy using a fork or a spoon when you eat.  You are very smart, son.

Oh.  Also.  No more pacifiers 😦  I don’t really want to elaborate on it.  It has kind of made this mama sad.  If it wasn’t for your daddy, you would probably be sucking on a paci at your high school graduation.  Oops.

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Thank you for being such a ball of fun, energetic, marvelous life.  You wear me out, day in and day out.  Sometimes at the end of days such as today, my butt bottom is literally sore from how bad life and motherhood kicked me in the rear.

But no matter how frazzled and nutty I get, you are the greatest blessing and gift of my life, son.  I will thank God every day of my life for letting me be your mom, no matter how difficult a random Thursday may be.  I love you, I love you, I love you.

Love Always,

Mom

“I pray that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, would give you a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him.  I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened so you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the glorious riches of His inheritance among the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of His power to us who believe, according to the working of His vast strength.”  Ephesians 1:17-19

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One thought on “17 months

  1. I am enjoying your posts. The joy of motherhood is very evident. ( I believe I had a similar childhood. My mother adored me!)

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