I know you and I have been struggling a lot understanding each other the past few months. It's been hard communicating our needs to each other without yelling. Sometimes I just want to throw my hands in the air and give up. At the end of the day I'm wiped out.
I'll start by saying that you're such a wonderful kid. You're so creative, driven, and nurturing. You're so yourself, unapologetically. That's what I aim for in raising you. For you to know that you can be yourself at all times. I admire your love for others. Your bond with your brothers melts my heart. You look out for him like only a big brother could. Even if you fight five minutes later you're hugging and kissing him. I love you for that part of you that is so accepting of others.
Turning 3 has been hard for both of us. I feel like you've grown up so fast, and I blame myself for some of that. In thinking I was doing what was right I did everything wrong. I didn't know then what I know now, but I'm so sorry I made you grow up so fast. I'm so proud of you. You've adapted so well to so many changes thrown at you, but I'm sorry you had to. I'm proud of how smart you are and how easily you learn things. I know sometimes it seems like because you're 3 you're just expected to know things.
I'm sorry I get frustrated and yell. I'm sorry sometimes I don't want to play. I'm sorry I don't read you more books or spend more one on one. I hope that with daddy changing jobs we both get to do that with you more. You deserve that, and so much more.
I want us to understand each other. I promise to try harder. To focus more on the positives than the negatives.
Love,
Mom xoxoj
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