Dear Caedmon,
I am almost a month late writing you a birthday letter! It's no surprise really. I feel like our lives are picking up speed like a freight train on a downhill run. Gone are the long days of toddlerhood where I had to get creative with ways to fill up all our time. Those days were busy in their own regard (mainly cleaning up all the messes you made!). But now our days are full with homeschool, sports, and church activities. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.
As your sister's arrival draws near, I find myself thinking a lot about your birth and infancy. I remember the look in your daddy's eyes as he supported me through labor. I remember laying in bed as a family of three just minutes after you were born with tears streaming down our faces. I remember being completely blindsided by how much I love you. I never knew love like that was possible. I remember what a sleepy baby you were...we'd try to wake you up to eat by taking all your clothes off, laying you on a hard table, and putting cold wash cloths on you! And we would laugh. At you in all your adorable cuteness.
It unbelievable to me that that was 7 years ago.
You still make us laugh with all of your hilarious comments and funny antics. You are a one-of-a-kind kid, and we adore that about you. You are the only child on your baseball team doing somersaults during practice. You're the only child I know who thinks of questions like, "What's the plan for BayKids when we move to two campuses?" and "Why didn't we put windows in the auditorium at the church?" Never met a 6 year old who is concerned about things like that.
Caedmon,
* You are INTELLIGENT- your memory is amazing, your vocabulary is surprising, and your ability to learn a new concept in math/language after one explanation makes my job as your teacher pretty simple.
* You are CONTRARIAN- you disagree with most things just for the sake of disagreeing. (This is quite exhausting, by the way.) The other day I read you a book that had won the Caldecott Award. I told you to pay special attention to how beautiful the illustrations were while I read, so you closed your eyes and said you'd rather imagine them.
* You are INDEPENDENT- you take your own showers, order your own food, and are almost always the first one out the door. Your dad and I think it's hilarious how you go sit in the van and read a book while waiting on the rest of us.
While you were 6:
I am almost a month late writing you a birthday letter! It's no surprise really. I feel like our lives are picking up speed like a freight train on a downhill run. Gone are the long days of toddlerhood where I had to get creative with ways to fill up all our time. Those days were busy in their own regard (mainly cleaning up all the messes you made!). But now our days are full with homeschool, sports, and church activities. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.
As your sister's arrival draws near, I find myself thinking a lot about your birth and infancy. I remember the look in your daddy's eyes as he supported me through labor. I remember laying in bed as a family of three just minutes after you were born with tears streaming down our faces. I remember being completely blindsided by how much I love you. I never knew love like that was possible. I remember what a sleepy baby you were...we'd try to wake you up to eat by taking all your clothes off, laying you on a hard table, and putting cold wash cloths on you! And we would laugh. At you in all your adorable cuteness.
It unbelievable to me that that was 7 years ago.
You still make us laugh with all of your hilarious comments and funny antics. You are a one-of-a-kind kid, and we adore that about you. You are the only child on your baseball team doing somersaults during practice. You're the only child I know who thinks of questions like, "What's the plan for BayKids when we move to two campuses?" and "Why didn't we put windows in the auditorium at the church?" Never met a 6 year old who is concerned about things like that.
Caedmon,
* You are INTELLIGENT- your memory is amazing, your vocabulary is surprising, and your ability to learn a new concept in math/language after one explanation makes my job as your teacher pretty simple.
* You are CONTRARIAN- you disagree with most things just for the sake of disagreeing. (This is quite exhausting, by the way.) The other day I read you a book that had won the Caldecott Award. I told you to pay special attention to how beautiful the illustrations were while I read, so you closed your eyes and said you'd rather imagine them.
* You are INDEPENDENT- you take your own showers, order your own food, and are almost always the first one out the door. Your dad and I think it's hilarious how you go sit in the van and read a book while waiting on the rest of us.
While you were 6:
- you decided soccer was not your sport because it required way too much running
- you grew to love homeschooling, not so much because of all the quality time you get to spend with your awesome mom, but more because you realize that we get done with school each day much earlier than all of your friends
- your logic became so tight that I can't get around it. You regularly convince me to do things I was not planning on doing because I can't out-logic you!
- you learned to tie your shoes
- you made a million LEGO creations
- you learned to swim in the deep end without a life jacket
I think it's funny how you would NEVER claim Sammy as your best friend, but you climb in his bed almost every morning to giggle and play. It warms my heart to watch your friendship and love grow for one another.
I could go on and on...about how you try to delegate and shamelessly ask for help with all your unwanted responsibilities or how you couldn't care less about other people's opinion of you. I could mention how you're quite motivated by money (earning it, spending it, losing it). I could write about how you are extremely competitive, how you belly-laugh at your dad, or how you write me unprompted love notes. Oh, Caedmon, I love you so fiercely, with all of your strengths and potential and quirks. I love being your mom. I love being loved by you.
You grow and change so much every year...I wonder what this one will hold. I'm so thankful that I get a front row seat as your life unfolds. You are my priceless gift from God.
Happy 7th birthday!
Mommy
I could go on and on...about how you try to delegate and shamelessly ask for help with all your unwanted responsibilities or how you couldn't care less about other people's opinion of you. I could mention how you're quite motivated by money (earning it, spending it, losing it). I could write about how you are extremely competitive, how you belly-laugh at your dad, or how you write me unprompted love notes. Oh, Caedmon, I love you so fiercely, with all of your strengths and potential and quirks. I love being your mom. I love being loved by you.
You grow and change so much every year...I wonder what this one will hold. I'm so thankful that I get a front row seat as your life unfolds. You are my priceless gift from God.
Happy 7th birthday!
Mommy
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