Four thousand , three hundred and eighty three days I’ve been blessed to have you, my little bitty buddy, making my life better and brighter.
My small dude, you have been the truest joy in my life every day since June 2, 2006.
A Letter to My Son on his 12th Birthday: One Dozen Reasons
I so treasure this annual tradition of writing to you and hope that one day, these musings will provide you with a snapshot of how you have changed me, taught me and made me a better woman, mother and human being.
My Sweet Small Dude.
You are such a part of me, I cannot remember a time when I didn’t love you, when you didn’t make the world a better place, when your hugs didn’t heal and your smile didn’t feel like the sunshine I need on a winter day.
You make people feel seen. It is impossible to spend time with you and not notice how you pay attention to everyone around you. You include everyone in the conversation, you compliment, you smile, you make eye contact. Keep it up, Buddy – this is a unique gift. (and thanks for always making me feel beautiful!)
You understand that hard work matters. You know this quote has always been my favorite, “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.” Buddy, you are talented. But you won’t always be the most talented in the room. I’m confident you will always be one of the hardest workers. I’m confident your effort and heart will take you far.
Your heart is gold. Buddy – continue to lead with your heart. You FEEL. And it is magic. You will continue to notice when others do the same. Or when they need you. Don’t change this.
You have a grateful heart. I know we talk about gratitude a lot. That’s because I want this to be a trait you and your sister live…..and you do. You are always diligent about thanking people. You are AWARE that you have privilege and I want you to continue to use it for good. Continue to channel your gratitude int0 goodness.
You won’t leave anyone behind. Coop – every school, every grade, every team needs someone like you…someone who notices when someone is hanging back, hesitating, feeling excluded or insecure. Because you include. You smile. Please don’t ever stop.
You are a pleaser. You love baseball. SO MUCH. But you also love your Daddy. SO MUCH. Both are amazing. I love how you seek your Daddy’s approval, but know that he approves. He is proud. He is in awe of you. Every day. If God had been taking requests when you were born, your Daddy would have hit the lottery in you. You are EVERYTHING he wants (everything I want too!) in a son, in a child, in a human being. Do you. Play hard and know that we think you are magic….even when you strike out.
And one to grow on: You want to make the world a better place. Your heart, your kindness, your friendship and hugs – your desire to ‘fix’ and to ‘help’….it makes the world better.
And I’m the lucky one who gets to bear witness to your journey and celebrate your success. And I will always be here to pick you up when life doesn’t go as planned.
Cooper, you are a gift.
I am proud to be your mom.
Thank you for being one of the best teachers of my life….for making me better. I can’t wait to see what you do in the next year.