A Love Note to My Kid
Let's appreciate our kids 'cause they're growing up way too fast!
To My 6-Year-Old Sweetie,
Thank you for leaving "I love you so, so, soooo much, Mommy" notes for me everywhere.
I know part of your note writing is because you've become really good at the alphabet (yay, you!) ... and because your teacher told you to practice writing letters to your family ... and because you say "I love you" is so, so, soooo easy to write. But it means so, so, soooo much more to your sappy mama.
This is one of those "mom things," but when I look at you I see the chubby-cheeked baby you and the toddler you who raced everywhere (and exhausted me!), I see the first grader you are now who thinks I'm so, so, soooo pretty (even on really bad hair days), and so, so soooo smart (even when my mommy brain is barely functioning). And yep, I even see the teenage you just a few years away, the one who I'm pretty sure won't write "I love you, Mommy" notes, and may not even (sob!) be able to say the words.
So thank you for being your sweet 6-year-old self. And remember, when you're a teenager, I've got a scrapbook full of "I love you, Mommy" notes to embarrass you and remind myself of when I was the prettiest, smartest, most lovable mom in your world.
Love,
Your Overly Sentimental Mom
report abuseThank you for leaving "I love you so, so, soooo much, Mommy" notes for me everywhere.
I know part of your note writing is because you've become really good at the alphabet (yay, you!) ... and because your teacher told you to practice writing letters to your family ... and because you say "I love you" is so, so, soooo easy to write. But it means so, so, soooo much more to your sappy mama.
This is one of those "mom things," but when I look at you I see the chubby-cheeked baby you and the toddler you who raced everywhere (and exhausted me!), I see the first grader you are now who thinks I'm so, so, soooo pretty (even on really bad hair days), and so, so soooo smart (even when my mommy brain is barely functioning). And yep, I even see the teenage you just a few years away, the one who I'm pretty sure won't write "I love you, Mommy" notes, and may not even (sob!) be able to say the words.
So thank you for being your sweet 6-year-old self. And remember, when you're a teenager, I've got a scrapbook full of "I love you, Mommy" notes to embarrass you and remind myself of when I was the prettiest, smartest, most lovable mom in your world.
Love,
Your Overly Sentimental Mom
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