Dear Tyson-
I know your world has been rocked. The world where you consumed all of my thoughts and actions. Where you deliciously ate up every second of my attention. The world where you received endless praise and/or consequences. For three years we had each other all to ourselves and now we have to share. Sometimes that stinks. As loving as you are towards your new little brother, I see the frustration during the times when his needs come before yours. I'm betting that there are times when you feel less important. There is nothing less true. While I truly didn't think it was possible, having another baby has made me love you more than ever. You are the boy who made me a mom. You tolerated my mistakes as I stumbled (and continue to stumble) through life as a new parent. You were the first to throw your little arms around me and whisper 'I love you' in my ear. You were also the first to simultaneously pee in both my face and yours. You have challenged me physically, mentally and emotionally. Even though it seems I have a million memories already stored in my brain involving you, I know that there are a million more that have escaped. That's why I'm writing this letter. I hope I never forget your instant excitement over anything new. I hope I always remember the way you say things like "I for-almost-got" instead of 'I almost forgot.' I hope I never forget that wearing an apron and chef's hat will definitely make the pizza taste better...
that making a stethoscope out of a breast pump is perfectly normal...
that hauling our winter gear out for the season can actually be fun...
when dressing up like a dragon is super fun on halloween...or just tuesday...
that household chores don't have to be boring...
that this seemed like a good idea at the time.
Te amo Tyson.
