Today is your baptismal day, and we are celebrating! You are starting to understand what celebrations like this mean, and it is so much fun to see you enjoying yourself.
We are still in the midst of potty training, and I am learning a lot about being a mother—your mother, in particular. I imagine I’m getting glimpses at your temperament, but I still don’t know what’s particular to you and what’s typical for a little guy your age, so I won’t make assumptions. Some days are not so great, but we are trying to forgive each other and start over when we can. Yesterday you told me you’d still love me and give me hugs and kisses when you’re fourteen, and I’m holding you to that.
You are a sweet, sweet boy, and so funny. This week you started saying, “I’m kidding! It’s a joke!” after you say something funny. You repeat everything, sometimes out of context, and with an adorably crinkled brow. You have a perfect toddler voice, and say things like “elatopter” for “helicopter,” “tortatilla” for “tortilla,” “ray-day” for “ready,” “kick-a-lee” for “quickly,” and “breftist” for “breakfast.”
One moment in the last few weeks stands out as characteristic of where you are right now. You were pulling on Henry or doing something I didn’t like (but that Henry probably thought was funny), and I told you, “Don’t!” You didn’t let up, and I said, “Stop!” Right away, you smiled and started singing, “Don’t Stop Believin’”—still one of your favorite songs.
Jacob Bear, I love you so much and I’m so proud of the little boy you are. You are a son of God, my dear, and I am blessed to be your mom.
With all my heart,