Showing posts with label Clyde's 4th Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clyde's 4th Year. Show all posts

Combed Hair And Dirty Feet - Clyde At Four




My Sweet Clyde,

Goodness, it wasn't that long ago when I was writing letters to "my sweet baby Clyde", but you are hardly a baby anymore!  How did that happen?

This last week, you turned four years old.  At three years old I think you still fall into the "toddler" category, but over the last month or so I've been realizing that you've left that stage behind and are solidly in the preschool stage now.  Your drawings are becoming gradually more careful, you will often make comments that make me realize that you actually were listening to the book we were reading after all, and you reject all mentions of being my "baby".  I tell you that you will always be my baby boy - even when you are a grownup.  And you laugh, and your little eyes sparkle when I say that.

One of the cutest things about you right now is how you are developing your own sense of style.  You like your hair to be fixed with gel; you love to wear sunglasses so you can look "cool".  You even picked out some sunglasses for me for Christmas that look a lot like yours, because you wanted me to look "cool" too!  I bought you a comb at the grocery store a couple months ago, and you treated it like a prized possession (until it was lost a week or two later in the black hole of your sock drawer).



Despite acting so grown up when it comes to grooming and style, when I think of you at this age, I think of a little boy running around with his hair perfectly combed, chocolate on his mouth, and dirt on his pants.  You are all boy, and will spend hours outside with your siblings, sitting in the dirt, making mud pies, gathering pinecones, and riding your little red trike (that you are almost too big for).  You are so often on the go, but you will drop everything for a chance to cuddle with my on the couch.  I remember being pregnant with you and praying for a cuddly baby, and the Lord sure answered my prayer.  I still treasure our snuggle times, and I will for as long as I can fit you on my lap.

The other thing I always want to remember about you at four years old is your sweet little voice.  It was recently brought to my attention that tongue ties can run in the family, and one of the side effects of having a tongue tie can be a lisp.  I immediately thought of you.  I know I should get you checked, because I want you to be able to speak clearly as you grow...but I have to admit, there is a part of me that rejects the idea of doing anything that will change your sweet little voice.  You have the cutest hint of a lisp, and I love it so much.  I know this may change soon, may have to change soon, but right now, when I think of you, I think of your precious little boy voice telling me "Mom, you're the bethtetht mom ever!"  You tell me that almost every day, and I love hearing it from you so much.  If I could freeze time at any point, I might choose right now.  Then I could keep with me forever the little boy with the sticky fingers, dirty feet, sunglasses, combed hair, and adorable lisp.  

But instead, I get to watch you grow - though it's bittersweet, that's even better.  

I am thankful every day that God made you mine, Clyde.  I love you so much.  Happy 4th Birthday!

Love Always,

Mama


A Birthday Letter To My Three Year Old


Dear Clyde,

Last week you turned three years old.  It's the right of every mother on her child's birthday to say, "I can't believe you're that old already!", so I'm saying it again - how have three years passed since you were born?  I still remember screaming and pushing and opening my eyes to see you held up in front of me, your little red face scrunched up in a cry.  They gave you to me and you snuggled into my chest and stopped crying.  You've been my sweet snuggler ever since.

Sometimes you'll crawl on the couch with me now.  And sometimes I might be frustrated with you because you've been crying over something, and I don't know why - but you look at me and say "Mama, I want a hug."  And in those little moments you make me slow down, and cuddle you, and treasure your sweet smallness. These days when just a hug will solve all your woes.



You are my little conversationalist, with a million questions, and a million ideas of how things work.  You are a shockingly good communicator for just turning three.  We moved you up to the middle seat in the van this year, and the moment we did, you started talking my ear off.  Now you had my attention; now I was close enough in the van to hear everything you said.  And I love it, I love having you close and hearing all your thoughts.  Your sister is asking to move up, and you are asking to move back with your brother...and though I know it will be just as much a joy to hear all of her thoughts, I'm going to miss you too, way back there in the van.



Everyday you seem to find a way to make me stop and appreciate your stage, our stage.  I can be having the worst day ever, and you'll pipe up and say "You're the best mama ever!"  "You look pretty, Mama." or "I love you so much!"  And suddenly it's impossible not to see what a precious time this is, and to be grateful for every second.  You help these years to not just pass in a blur, my sweet boy.  And I will be forever grateful to God for making you mine.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Clyde!

Love,

Mama


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