Letter to my two year old son (on his 2nd birthday)

Dear Rishon,

It has been the most amazing two years watching you grow.

So, here we are, another year later—this second year is so much different than the first.

Writing to you and for you each year is a dear task for me because I want you to read it when its about time for you to do so.

I want you to know we have evolved together with love in every step of your life.

 By the time you turned one, you were pretty walking, much less doing more than army crawling. But you loved to sleep the most; you could have brought home a gold medal if sleeping has been a competition.  

What hasn’t changed? You are still the most musical kid I’ve ever known.  You go to sleep singing, and you wake up singing—not that we understand 50 percent of what your lyric contains.

 Your level of excitement is like nothing I have ever witnessed. When you get excited about something—like your kinder joy, which you eat every other day—you squeal with joy, as if it's the first time you've tasted them.

Around 22 months, the tantrums went into full effect, but that was to be expected. Let’s just say, you know what you want, and when and how you want it. You are quite strong headed and communicative—two traits that will make you a great leader in whatever field you decide to have a career in. 

Even when it gets difficult at times (for us), because you’re still too young to clearly articulate your wants and needs, but old enough to put your foot down when you’re not getting them fulfilled, your dad and I are able to take a step back and laugh. Laughter is the only way sometimes…

Karma is a funny thing, and I’m pretty sure we both had this coming, but I agree...

You are one of a kind, Golu Rishon —and I’m not just saying that because you’re my son. 

You are an in dependent little guy: I always say you are a self-taught little man without much of my instructions of how to do. You observe it and do your own. I love that trait in you. We no longer feed you—you insist on feeding yourself. We no longer have to brush your teeth for you—you insist on brushing your own teeth, with your own toothbrush (as well as ours, too).

The emergency rush for your potty pot is a must watch act, you are so precise and quick to understand your needs. Its the cutest to see you doing it yourself.

 And now you are even starting to read books on your own, build your own blocks.

Your love for pens and books and the way you hold it even when I think it’s not time for you to pressure on that is something really amazing. I hope that someday you will help me in building a library of my dream books.

Though your Daddy and I still do not know what you would prefer to do in life. Whether you would crunch numbers, fly a plane, cure people, teach children, be a melody yet we would also encourage you to pursue what you wish to do but also not forgetting the love of

 God. Whatever you choose to do, or choose to be, let others see Jesus in you.

I am the luckiest and proudest mom of the most beautiful and hilarious two-year-old. There will be times in your life that you will probably not like me much for nudging you or keeping you from doing something you want but please know that I have the best intentions; my job as your mom is to protect you and keep you safe.

Always remember you are our world and we love you to the moon and back.

Love,

Mom