Your Daddy said to me just the other night, “He’s becoming a little person, you know.” I do. I know that with each year that passes I’ll know more and more about what this whole process of becoming a little person with a unique personality entails. I know quite a bit about you now, but there is so much more I can’t wait to figure out! Two years ago you were still squished in Momma’s tummy, sick of Lilly’s feet in your face, I’m sure! That was back when I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with two different people at the same time. I found out real quick that I was wrong!
I love who you are, who you are becoming, and who you will become as you grow from a “little person” into a “big person.” At this age, I already recognize the pride you take in doing your own thing. When your sister and all of your cousins ran through the park to hunt for Easter eggs, you found absolutely nothing wrong with refusing to get in the wet grass. Who would want wet grass stuck to their feet? When Daddy told you and Lilly that you had to wear floaties on your arms before getting in the swimming pool, you were 100% okay sitting on the edge and kicking your feet if it meant getting out of wearing those silly things! You don’t have any qualms about eating the exact same dinner every single night, even if the rest of the family is enjoying a new dish Momma worked extra hard to prepare. I could go on and on.
Perhaps the most trying task is getting you to remain unruffled and still for a five minute haircut. You sat like a little gentleman the first time you got your hair cut. You cried the second time, and Daddy had to hold you while the sweet lady did her best to groom a moving target. The third time was embarrassing. The fourth time brought tears to both your Daddy’s eyes and mine. When I didn’t think it could get any worse, you initiated one heck of a performance. I am surprised the glass windows at the front of the barber shop did not shatter with the decibel level you achieved that day.
I tell you all these things, sweet boy, because this week we are celebrating you! You will turn two years old in just a few days, but our celebration doesn’t stop there. Just yesterday, without skipping a beat, you slipped on your arm floaties at the pool like you’d been doing it all summer long. I couldn’t believe it! Your Daddy and I thought we had tried everything, and then you just unexpectedly decided that the day had come for you to officially join the “swim club.” Not only did that make me smile for the rest of the day, it made my summer! When I sent your Daddy these pictures at work, I know he got up and did the happy dance. (Even though I do not have hard evidence to suggest said dancing took place, this breakthrough was worth every step of a good ol’ happy dance!)
Today your Daddy made a comment about your hair getting kinda long. With your birthday coming up, I’m sure your picture will be taken a time or two. When I suggested spontaneously that we take you for a haircut, I was shocked when your Daddy agreed. We discussed our game plan the entire car ride there, and upon arrival were ready for whatever fit you would most likely throw at us. But then, something monumental happened! When we told you that you were going to get a haircut, you reached up, pulled on your hair, and smiled! You walked in, took a good look at a little girl about year older than you getting her hair trimmed, and you decided you would give it a chance. When you found out you could watch Mickey Mouse while getting your hair cut, you were hooked. You sat all by yourself in the little fire truck instead of wriggling around on Daddy’s lap. You smiled and were pleasant to the lady cutting your hair… the same lady Momma pulled aside and warned about your horrific outburst last time. The same lady who I’m sure was thinking, “What did I do to get the short end of the stick?” But, for some reason unbeknownst to us, you decided a hair cut would be fun today. You sat there like a kid who’s gotten his hair cut a million times, and I think you even enjoyed it. Your Daddy and I exchanged looks more than once that said, “Oh my goodness, what is this?!” When the same sweet lady pulled out the buzzer, I thought it was over, but you even tolerated that without a whimper or a frown. “Unbelievable” is the best word I can come up with to describe our hair-cutting excursion today.
On the way home, your Momma and Daddy were beaming! The funny thing is neither of us can take credit for your recent accomplishments! It was 100% you! I am realizing that you like to celebrate big, with plenty of clapping, high-fives, singing, and dancing! Life has been unpredictable and thrilling since you invaded our hearts two years ago! While at times it is tough on your Momma and Daddy, I know that strong will of yours will help shape who you become. God made you just the way you are so that you (and only you) can handle whatever important business He has in store for you. I hope you never lose your determination, and that as you grow, you stand firm in what you believe.
I love you, kid!