My Dearest Jude,
You are two and a half years old. You think that the cricket chirping in the kitchen is a bird, and say “hello bird!” whenever you walk by. You know parts of the ABC’s but always skip “h” and “p”. You can count to 13 but always skip “4”. You practice your new skills every day.
Your favorite foods are broccoli, cheese and banana flavored yogurt. Your language is improving and now we can have little conversations. Which always light up my day. You say “notebook” and pretend you are Steve from “Blue’s Clues” and that you can “skadoo”. You say; “Mommy you seen that? blue skadoo’d in the zoo!? Blue skadoo, we can too!” and then you jump over whatever’s handy, mostly me and Daddy. You’re so creative, and have such a big imagination.
You love your Grandpa and Nona and try to find new ways to play every day. You love watering the garden. You asked me to “fisk” a “broken duck” at the park, because he was limping. I see your compassion in everything that you do, you’re so gentle with animals and with your sister, who is your favorite person in the world. You take time to include her in your play, share your snack and toys, and whisper when she’s sleeping.
We let you sleep when you’re tired, and eat when you’re hungry. We try to offer healthy foods and to not stress about when or how much you eat. We try not to limit you unless you might hurt yourself and then depend on short time outs. You hardly ever need one, you’re so cautious and caring. We encourage you to be loud, to feel your feelings and name them, and to try new things. Sometimes I worry that we are too permissive. That we’ll spoil you, or that you won’t have boundaries.
I made you a dress because you like them, and I give you pedicures when you ask me “mommy, toes!?” Much to the dismay of your very traditional Grandfather. And in addition to the traditional mommy worries of owies and other misadventures I worry about you being forced into a gender role that may, or may not, fit like an itchy sweater.
I loved you from the moment I found out that you existed, when you were a blip on a grainy ultra sound. I love getting to know you every day, and I’m excited to see who you become.
I love you my Jude Bear,