Letters to Our Children: December

Dear Pookah,

It’s been a year.

I feel like we’ve both spent the year, relearning our roles as parent and child.

You are stubborn.

You think you know everything.

You want to be right, ALL THE TIME.

As your mother, it falls to me the majority of the time to prove to you that:

I am more stubborn.

You don’t know everything

You are not right. Not even half of the time.

I am hoping that all parents go through this transition period. This reexamining of roles.

I know this season will change, and that this too shall pass. But even through our struggles,

I am proud of the way your mind works. I secretly admire the GALL you have to question every single thing and not take anything at face value.

You are, one of the most loving, happiest people that I’ve ever met. And every day, I feel blessed when you want to talk to me, hug on me, kiss me, or tell me about your day.

When I hear that joyful laugh or see you giggle mischievously, dimple winking in and out.

I can’t wait to see what next year brings.

Love Mommy.

This post was a part of a series I did this year called Letters to Our Children. I really enjoyed writing a letter to my son every month.  I’m not sure if it will continue next year as a monthly series, but I know I will write one to him at least every few months! If you want to link up to this last Letters to Our Children Post for the year, link up your post below!