To my little boy….
Growing up with only sisters, I may never quite understand many things about you.
Your Legos strewn everywhere.
Your YouTube videos streaming more Legos.
Your constant goofy dances and moves.
Your silliness and class clown behavior.
Your unending collections of cicada shells.
Your sweet snuggles for your sister one minute….shoves the next.
Your regular layers of mud and dirt and sand all over you
Your pizza crumbs and ice cream dribbles on your chin.
Your resistance toward your need for rest and sleep.
Your desire to be independent and test limits.
Your abnormal interest in poop, toots, and pee.
Your nightly visits to a sound asleep Mommy
But…. many, many aspects of your personality I can relate to.
Your desire to be nurtured, loved, and protected.
Your wish for praise and positive words
Your hand holding, hugs, and snuggles.
Your need for routine and structure.
Your enjoyment of reading for pleasure.
Your worries about making mistakes.
Your inability to sit still for too long.
Your compassion toward your friends and family.
Your anxiety about the unknown and hesitation about change.
Your fear about being on stage and people watching you.
Your constant energy, bubbling over all day long.
Your conversations with anybody and everybody who will listen.
Your enthusiasm and pride for your creations.
Your INTENSE love of life.
Tobin….
You are 100% my kid.
You are truly a mini me.
Your heart and your spirit are overflowing and cannot be contained.
You drive me crazy, but also have my heart.
I hope you always continue to live and love as intensely as you do now.
I hope this world doesn't ever steal your joy.
I hope you find your own unique way to channel your energy and become an unstoppable, positive force.
You are made for big things. I love you, my buddy.
Growing up with only sisters, I may never quite understand many things about you.
Your Legos strewn everywhere.
Your YouTube videos streaming more Legos.
Your constant goofy dances and moves.
Your silliness and class clown behavior.
Your unending collections of cicada shells.
Your sweet snuggles for your sister one minute….shoves the next.
Your regular layers of mud and dirt and sand all over you
Your pizza crumbs and ice cream dribbles on your chin.
Your resistance toward your need for rest and sleep.
Your desire to be independent and test limits.
Your abnormal interest in poop, toots, and pee.
Your nightly visits to a sound asleep Mommy
But…. many, many aspects of your personality I can relate to.
Your desire to be nurtured, loved, and protected.
Your wish for praise and positive words
Your hand holding, hugs, and snuggles.
Your need for routine and structure.
Your enjoyment of reading for pleasure.
Your worries about making mistakes.
Your inability to sit still for too long.
Your compassion toward your friends and family.
Your anxiety about the unknown and hesitation about change.
Your fear about being on stage and people watching you.
Your constant energy, bubbling over all day long.
Your conversations with anybody and everybody who will listen.
Your enthusiasm and pride for your creations.
Your INTENSE love of life.
Tobin….
You are 100% my kid.
You are truly a mini me.
Your heart and your spirit are overflowing and cannot be contained.
You drive me crazy, but also have my heart.
I hope you always continue to live and love as intensely as you do now.
I hope this world doesn't ever steal your joy.
I hope you find your own unique way to channel your energy and become an unstoppable, positive force.
You are made for big things. I love you, my buddy.
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