As your mother, I often wonder
how I birthed such an unstoppable force of nature. You are so intense in the
morning that I am almost forced to wear sunglasses to lay eyes on you. You are
the person least likely to need caffeine. If people could distill you, they
would and they’d shoot you straight into their veins.
I worry sometimes that you talk
too much and don’t listen enough. Dad and I cringe when we see you do something obnoxious
to draw attention to yourself. We’re hoping these habits morph into leadership
traits. Or, maybe, you are destined to perform. The incredible news is that you
don’t act this way at school. Mrs. G (your second-grade teacher) reassured your
Dad and I that you are respectful; that you don’t talk too much. She appreciates
how you lead discussions, saying that, “some lessons are more like private
conversations between IMO and I.” So you know that there is a time and a place
for theatrics. I am grateful that you realize that your home is your ‘safe
place’ where you can be silly and be loved no matter what. Because we will love
you, no matter what.
IMO, it’s not easy being your
audience but it’s well worth the effort. You want to share and discuss
everything. You are full of ideas and hypotheses. My wish is that I can summon
the energy every day to listen to your stories and really be there -- be present.
Even if you are simply re-hashing the plot of something you’ve just read or
watched on YouTube. To be honest, I sometimes need a break and I tune out. But
I don’t think you notice. As long as there is a body with a pulse within 10
yards, you can talk :) Sometimes, I am a million miles away,
thinking about my grocery list or something mundane. But then you’ll say
something deeply personal or profound and I am jolted back to reality. And my
love for you swells. You are our nonstop comedian. Our talkative little
scientist. Our eager explorer.
You'll often say something that
you find funny and then repeat it verbatim a second later, with almost no
breath in between. Once I noticed this, it worried me. The psychology region of
my brain wondered if it was a nervous tic. But maybe you repeat the comment just
because the sound of it pleases you. Or maybe you realize your audience is
nodding off and they did not hear you the first time!
IMO, you also
have a soft side. I hope it isn’t temporary. I’ll admit that it pleases me to
see you moved to tears by a photo or a memory.
Your extreme busy-ness hasn't taken away your ability to see God in the little
moments. Like the miracle of a baby. Or the love you feel for family. I could
tell it was a Big Deal when 23-month-old S asked you to rock him at bedtime.
You are far more kind and patient with your siblings than I ever would’ve
imagined. You love to teach them things and take pride in their accomplishments
the way a parent would. You also show genuine respect for who and what came
before you (your family, your ancestors, history).
IMO, you are
a faithful friend. You follow rules (mostly). You have a quick and clever wit.
I will never forget how you cracked up the audience at the Tarzan show at
Club Med with your “this 3D is amazing!” comment. You are smart. Sometimes
scary-smart. At times, we’ve thought that you possess a photographic memory. (You’d
memorized all the Thomas the Train engines when you were barely two!) You’ve also
got this skinny, blonde, surfer-guy look that I find totally charming.
But it’s true: You wear me out. You
never sit still. You try me sometimes. But that is the point, isn’t it? “Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared
impossible before they were done,” (-Louis D. Brandeis, Supreme Court
Justice). I am not saying that you are
impossible (though potty-training sure felt that way). My point is that if you didn’t ask anything of me, I wouldn’t learn
to be a better parent. Or a better person. Because something feels hard, it is worth doing.
Do you realize that I had no "motherhood training" before you were born? I’m a total beginner! We are making our way through uncharted territory. Together. Some days it may feel like we are just hacking away at it with machetes, but I simply cannot imagine making this journey with any child other than you. You are our firstborn. You are perfectly imperfect, a miracle, a child of God.
Do you realize that I had no "motherhood training" before you were born? I’m a total beginner! We are making our way through uncharted territory. Together. Some days it may feel like we are just hacking away at it with machetes, but I simply cannot imagine making this journey with any child other than you. You are our firstborn. You are perfectly imperfect, a miracle, a child of God.
I love you.
-Mom
* Second photo credit: Ashley Spaulding