Dear sweet boy,
Well, we’ve had a good run. For two years and a month you’ve been my baby, my only child, my whole world. But, any day now, your world is about to be rocked. There’s a baby boy who will be joining our family, and while I know you are going to embrace your new role as big brother, there are a few things I want to say.
You are the oldest child of two oldest children.
Actually, I am too. So I know firsthand the high expectations daddy and I are going to have for you. We will be too strict at times, we won’t always make the right parenting decisions, and we will probably put more pressure on you than you deserve. Remember we are learning, too. You were (and are) our guinea pig for this whole parenting thing, and we are doing the best we can. We just want the best for you and want you to grow up to be a happy, kind, successful man.
You will always be the baby who made me a mommy.
And for that, I will always be grateful. The special time we have had together over the past two years, just the three of us, has been some of the best memories of my life. I am so excited to add your brother to our little family, but I also will always cherish the memories we’ve made as a family of three, with you as our only child.
I’m going to have to focus on the baby for awhile.
Know that it will break my heart when you are begging for my attention when I’m feeding your brother. I am sure I will cry at times, knowing that I have to tell you to go sit with daddy because I’m busy doing something for the baby. Even as baby grows older, you’ll have to get used to sharing me with someone, and I’m sure that will take some adjusting. But know that in life, if you ever really need me, I will always, always be there for you. I just need a little time to concentrate on your brother first.
I pray that you and your brother will be buddies forever.
When I found out I was having another boy, I was so excited for you. (I may or may not have been a tad disappointed for ME, knowing I’d probably never get to dress a little girl up in dresses and bows.) To think of you boys growing up only two years apart – building forts, playing hide-and-seek, maybe playing sports together or running around a school yard – it really makes me smile. I know that you’ll wrestle and fight and drive me crazy at times, but I just really pray that through life you two have each others’ backs, support each other, love each other, and remember that family is everything.
So bear with me, little boy, as we take our next turn on this crazy adventure. I hear from my friends with two kids that life might get rough for awhile, but it does get better. Keep giving me those sweet, toddler hugs and kisses – I’ll need them when I’m sleep deprived and stressed. Forgive me if I yell at you for “helping” too much or if I forget to give you a bath for a few days. I am sure after a few months I’ll figure it out.
And know that my love for you will never change, no matter how many kiddos are in our family. You, my boy, will always be my world. My world is just going to get a little bigger.