My sweetest boy…today you turn two. You have boundless energy, and an insatiable curiosity for life. You *love* trucks and adore your baby brother, always putting your cars, trains and trucks in his little curled up fists, wanting him to play with you. I hope you will be the best of friends. On your best days, you run me ragged with your continuous play and silly laugh. On your more challenging days, you run me ragged with your new-found stubbornness and overuse of the word ‘no.’ Yet you have taught me what it means to love unconditionally, what it means to venture into the world with my heart outside of my body. Is this what it means to be a mother? Exhausted with both the joy and challenge of it all? Always feeling as though when we are apart, a vital piece of me is missing? When I first heard you call me ‘mama’ my heart melted…now, hardly a minute goes by without you calling for me to play, or make you a snack, or answer your endless questions. Still, my heart warms hearing you call for me.
Sometimes I see mother’s walking around town with their tall, gangly teenage sons and I think…someday, that will be you and me, little man. That always brings me back to the moment, reminds me to enjoy you every day. Your sweetness, your tantrums, your independence, your dependency. I love it all. Happy birthday Vijay.
Loving you as always,
(and for those of you wondering…finally, here’s that sweet little baby of mine, almost three months old now! i now understand why the second child never has any baby pictures of themselves…their mama’s are too wiped out from chasing around the first! i’ll make a better effort little Vik, I promise.)