First, I’d like to apologize. This letter comes to you nearly two weeks after your 2nd birthday. I’d like to say that we have been busy and I haven’t really had the time, which is partially correct, and that being the second child is part of it as well. Which once again, is another excuse, I should have found the time to be able to write to you and tell you everything that went on over this last year and what I hope for you during the next year of your life.
This letter is honestly tough to write. I don’t know why but it is. It isn’t because I don’t have anything to say but because I don’t know where to start with you.
Trust me; it’s a good thing.
This past year has been the year that we have finally started to get an understanding about who you are going to be as a person. You are a boy that is nothing but smiles. It doesn’t matter where you are or who you are with; you have a smile on your face. Your first year was rough, being sick and all, but this second year has been anything but.
You are one bundle of energy. You are the type of kid who, much like your brother, wants to run everywhere and do everything. You want to do everything that your brother is doing and look up to him so much. While I want to say that you are lucky to have him as your brother, which you are, he is just as fortunate to have you as a little brother. Sure there are times that you annoy him, and sometimes we have to send you both in your own directions, but that is what brother do.
There is something that I do want to bring to your attention though; you need to say “mommy” and show her some love. Again, don’t get me wrong, I love that you are a daddy’s boy and in the mornings you want nothing to do with mommy and want me to do much of the taking care of you. I don’t have a problem with that, but you know, sometimes mom starts to feel left out. I’ve made a point to have you say, “I wuv you mommy!” through the baby monitor as I dress you for the day. But sometime, please say it unprompted to her sometime.
Your mother deserves it after all. Not only did she give birth to you but she has done so much more to make sure that you have the life and the family you have. She’s changed jobs so that she can spend more time with you, giving her the chance to drop you off at daycare in the mornings. I can only imagine how those conversations go but I’m sure you are talking her ear off and she is nothing but smiles from the front seat.
That only leaves me. Honestly, I am finding it hard to even write about what you mean to me because you are something special. You are the reason I am the father I am today. I’ve become more patient, caring, and loving than I ever was. And that is not to say that I wasn’t this way with your brother, but you’ve opened my eyes to just what it means to be a father.
Like I said, you are indeed something special, and while you might think that you are lucky to have us as your family, we can turn around and say that we are even luckier that you are part of this family.
I love you,