Summer With You

It has been a month since our summer together began, little boy. My days have been yours so much so that, when I woke up this morning and managed to sneak out of bed without waking you, I had no clue what to do with myself. Instead of writing or drawing or blogging or reading or any of the things I used to do when I woke during summer, I cleaned and organized your areas of the house. (I think that made you happy because you smiled when you saw.)

You have grown so much in one short month and I wonder if that is because I’m here helping you along or if you always did and I never really saw because of the time we spent apart at work and at daycare. You’ve learned to run, you say so many more words, you can eat most things on your own, you give kisses (mmmmmmm wah), and you now know how to hit, a skill you use far more than I’d like. You’re an observer, for sure; you learned how to throw away your own trash by watching Mama and you’d rather watch the stories at the library than join in. Speaking of books, you actually enjoy me reading to you now.

I’ve learned more about you, too. I know you absolutely love blueberries and cheese sticks, and that you would choose veggies over junk any day. I know all the funny things to do to make you laugh. I get to see how caring you are when you offer bites to Oakley, or snuggle your dolls and stuffed animals close, or when you clean up the stray kibble that falls out of the bowl when Mama feeds Oak. I know your favorite animal is the doggy doggy and you giggle, clap, and point whenever you see one… but the only thing on TV you’ll sit for any length of time for is about dinosaurs, not pups.

I remember sitting on the kitchen floor a week or two ago when you ate a banana the grown up way all by yourself, no need for me to cut it up. I told you how proud I am of you for every little new thing you learn. I want you to remember that as you grow up. Even when you’re big and tall like Dadadadada, I will be proud of you for each little new thing. I am your Mama, little snail, and I love you so very much.

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