1 Year Old

Look who's 1!!!!!

Dear William,

You were born one year ago. One year ago we were blessed with the most amazing gift ever. Your daddy and I have fallen in love with you every single day since then and it excites me to know you and watch you grow each one of those days. The month that you were conceived, I prayed and prayed and prayed for God to give you to me. He didn't give you to us because I prayed, but I have thanked and thanked and thanked Him for you every week and every month. I look forward to you waking up every morning even if I couldn't wait for you to go to bed the last night. You can be a handful, but I still miss you when we are apart for too long.






You are just about a pro at walking now. You turn around in circles, pick up toys and I think you even drank out of your cup while walking. More importantly, when you do fall, you get right back up even in the middle of the room. I am also sooo relieved that you can climb down stairs backwards and feet first. I'm glad that I don't have to watch you so closely to make sure you are safe. You are learning your limits, but you are also pushing them safely. You say, "All done" and "Hot" ... you put your finger in your mouth when you want to eat or drink and you point to things with your pointer finger instead of your whole hand now.

Along with your walking and talking, you now think that you are a two year old. Maybe this is normal, but I wasn't expecting the headstrong part of you to come out in one month. I am not sure how to parent you right now. You want WHAT you want WHEN you want it, but you don't understand the consequences of behaving like a two year old. How can I help you? You throw yourself on the ground and cry about the smallest thing and I can't reason with you, so more often then not I just walk away.

I can predict that the worst time of the day will be at 5pm right before dinner time. But you know what? I see myself in you when you fall apart at that time every day. I'm tired and worn out too. I can't think of anything fun to do and sometimes I just want to sit and cry for no reason. I'm not sure I'm the greatest role model because I lose my patience at the most important time of the day to NOT lose it. Daddy comes home to us both falling apart sometimes. :) We are both going to need to grow together. We both need more of Jesus. I may not know what to do to help you, but I hope you can see me pray more at 5pm. And I hope you see me repenting more at 5pm. I love you and I desire for you to grow in your relationship with the Lord. I hope you never see me as an ideal person, mom or even Christian. I pray that everything I do for you or do badly against you will turn you to Jesus.

As I finish up the year of letters to you, I hope you see how real and weak I am as your parent, but also I hope you see my great love for you and all the stages you went through. I hope you are encouraged by just how far you have come from birth. Never stop changing my son, never stop pushing your limits, never stop looking towards Jesus, and never stop smiling back at me. :) I love you my darling boy!

Your Mommy