Love Mommy

Dear Connor,

All my years as a child as I wished to be a Mama I imagined a life of dolls and dress up, of nails and hair, of dancing and prancing. I never imagined my life as a boys Mama. I never imagined the sticky fingers and floors, the bumps and bruises, the knocked out teeth, the peed on floors or the messy bliss that it all could be. I'm a boy's mama. I whisper, I roar, I play, I battle, I tackle, I hold, I laugh, I cry, I learn, I try; but above all I LOVE. You are my happy place. You have this look you give me every now and then, sometimes it is
followed by a reverent "I love you" and time stands still for a moment and among all the strife that may be blinding me I remember how lucky I am. I wish I could be calm and live in the moments of stillness all the time, but that would just not be fun. Not truly,because we would miss out on your extraordinary imagination, your pure 4 yr old boy energy, and your extreme intensity for life. I am so grateful for YOU. You define me as a mother in a way I cannot describe but only feel, you teach me daily even when I do not want to be taught. I know how pure your little heart is. I hope I can open my heart to you more and more so that I can be all that you need me to be as a mother. "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." (Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince)

Love,

Mommy