Dear Emerson,
You’re funny, daring, silly, caring, and oh, so darn cute!
You even get me to giggle when you exclaim, “Oh, Emmie toot!”
I love the way you try to negotiate
to increase the pee to jellybean rate.
Or how you count, “Won, two, REE!”
It always gets a smile from me –
But heaven forbid you ever utter “four.”
since it’s your favorite number to ignore.
You can bust a move to any song
and when you’re laughing you can do no wrong-
except for hitting, that behavior is new
Daddy and I aren’t sure what to do.
You never want to apologize
even though tears stream from your eyes.
You’ll tell us, after, hitting made you feel sad
but never what it was that made you so mad.
We’re really hoping it’s just a phase
and that you’ll soon be back to performing your ballets.
Some days you’re helpful: loading dishes or folding socks –
while other days you’d prefer to play outside and collect rocks.
You love playing keep-a-way with Oliver’s doggy bones
and always demand the “cow game” when you see Daddy’s phone.
You love the library and each week when we go,
it’s so much fun for me to see how you’ve grown.
When we started you just sat there- so quiet,
and now you’ll sing & dance. Yup, it’s a riot!
A little quirk that I find so funny,
anytime you find a penny you say, “Here Mom, MONEY!”
Another oddity that you’ve begun
is requesting random songs to be sung;
a “turkey song,” a “silly belly song,” and “Daddy comes home” are just a few.
Oh Emmie, I do hope you know just how much I love you.
Being your mother is such a treat,
but watching you get older is bittersweet.
While you test your limits and boundaries for sure,
the love you exude is just so pure.
You’re special to me in ways you’ll never know
And every single day my love for you grows.
Yes, my love for you knows no bounds-
Emma Claire, you make my world go round.
Love, Mom.