To my daughter on her birthday,
How is it that you’re turning three already? A part of me is excited for everything that comes with having a three-year-old – the emotional highs and lows, the testing, the defiance, the pure joy and awe in the small things, the “why’s”, the randomness, the sweetness, the unapologetic displays of affection, the silliness, the sass…it’s what makes three so fun!
But then there’s a part of me that, selfishly, doesn’t want you to ever grow up. Because that means you will need and depend on me less. It means I will have to let you make mistakes, let you fall, and let you go (not too far though :-)).
Every year, I’m brought back to the moment when I saw you and held you for the first time, when I felt my heart grow with a love beyond comprehension, when life’s significance took on a whole new meaning, when I became a mom to the most beautiful and precious baby girl.
You are meant to be mine. So much about you is a reflection of me. The way you challenge me turns my weaknesses into growth – and you know just how to push my buttons girl! Already, I can see how nurturing you are when you play with your baby dolls and ask me if I’m okay just because.
We share a love of chicken wings (bones and all), salty snacks and foods with lots of flavor (pho is your fave!). We share a love of books and reading. We share a love of putting puzzles together.
Then there’s the part of you that’s so much like your dad. You share outgoing personalities and a knack for purposely pushing people’s buttons. You share a love of Star Wars, LEGOs and building forts. You share a love of candy and sweets.
And then there’s the part that makes you so uniquely you. You love being the center of attention. You are so in tune with and sensitive to others’ feelings even at your young age. You give love and affection so freely. You know what you want and aren’t afraid to voice it. You’re particular about how things are done. You do new things at your own pace and don’t let others push you until you’re ready. You are inclusive of others. You are truly a gift from God.
Happy third birthday, boo boo. I can’t wait to see you continue to grow into your own beautiful and sweet person.
Love always, Your Mama