your baby blues so full of wonder
your curly cues, your contagious smile
& as I watch, you start to grow up
all I can do is hold you tight
~Plumb
Dear Harrison,
Some days, I feel like I could tell you for hours everything on my mind & in my heart; other days, I feel like there is nothing I could say that would possibly ever tell you what I feel for you. Today, when the entire universe is supposed to emote for 24 hours thanks to Hallmark, I feel oddly at loss for words. Maybe because the other night, I spilled it all out to you while I rocked you to sleep. Maybe because I am simply so enamored with you these days that there are no words to describe who you are & the amazing contribution you make to the world. I look at you, at pictures of you, even simply think of you…& feel that there are no words that do you justice, both inside & out.
You are such a beautiful child – at least, I think so & everyone tends to agree. You are still your father’s son, down to your big feet & how your ears stick out just a tad, but as time marches on I can begin to see myself in you. That heart-shaped chin, shape of your eyes, & the dimple on your left cheek. & the parts that are neither me nor your father – that INCREDIBLE hair, that always deserves an all-caps adjective. Because it is still SHOCKINGLY blonde, but it fits you so perfectly. & I knew you would have blue eyes, but I never imagined just how blue they would be. How they would crinkle at the edges when you laugh, or how the big fat tears they’d squeeze out would break my heart.
But Harrison, as we watch you grow, YOU are what I find to be the most beautiful. Your focused & intense personality that glares through those blue eyes almost wars with the sweet smile & pitched giggle given to those you love. You love to play & be silly, but even your play is intense – you pull toys off the gym, fling Sophie across the room, & shriek (loudly) with delight when Lambie comes into focus. But you bore quickly & are not afraid to give your strong opinion on anything from food to entertainment with a loud squawk or fast tears. At this rate, we are pretty sure you will be one hell of an attorney – intense, sensitive, with a quick mood that creates a force to be reckoned with. But as your mother, I am drawn to your sweet, quiet side that snuggles into my neck when a stranger comes close. That sweet smile where you crinkle your nose first, then slowly turn the corners of your mouth up with tightly closed lips. & while I know that it is my duty to allow you to grow into the man you were meant to be, I am also to cultivate the sweet side of you so that you will (eventually) become an amazing husband to a worthy woman. It is my hope that throughout your years, you will remain strong & opinionated, with an incredible sensitivity to life & people. It is a hefty responsibility to be the mother of a boy, but one that I feel blessed to shoulder.
& I cannot imagine being the mother of a better, more beautiful boy.
I love you, Harrison.
Love,
Momma
Harrison, 4 months.
I was going through all the old Harpie letters today and I hope you know how awesome of a mother you are, how I wish I had family like you, and how much better it made me feel about my own life and troubles.
Omigosh how beautiful! I just love your blog. I look forward to your posts. Your son is adorable!
Seriously, Blair, every letter makes me tear up! You have a beautiful family!
I knew I should have grabbed the tissues before I clicked on this link. He is so cute, just as perfect as can be. You are doing such a great job, such a wonderful mother.
Happy 4 months Harrison.
What a sweet little boy! Love the pic.
You always write the most beautiful letters to him, I hope one day he reads them and realizes how much you adore him.
Oh – those cheeks!!! So cute Blair.
BTW, I love Plumb's music. That song is what I feel for my daughter, Sophie and so much more. Her music is inspirational and I'm glad it has touched you as well.
Oh how those big fat tears break your heart. I can mirror this post with my own son. There *is* something very special about being the mother of a boy.
Just yesterday I was looking through Christian's 1 year photobook and just started bawling my eyes out at how quickly my baby has grown. I thought I'd be doing that when he was 18…not 13 months!
You have a heck of a ride ahead of you! Mine LO gets bored easily too so get familiar with the Dog & Pony show…you'll be doing it a lot…but you'll treasure every second of it…even when it can be tiresome!
Have you heard the song by Plumb called "Me"? It's so beautiful, as is this letter. He is going to cherish these some day. Love it!
New here but just had to comment! What a sweet letter to you baby. Glad to have found you:)
This is such a beautiful and honest letter… makes me re-appreciate my two sons just reading it. My first was an intense baby as well… I remember being jealous of all the laid-back, well-behaved babies of the world. But looking back I wouldn't trade my pistol of a son for any amount of sleep or sanity.
It's funny you think he looks like his daddy because I've always thought he looks so much like you! He's a gorgeous child either way.
Hey – I left something for you on my blog – first post. Scroll down a little ways till you see your blog name.
I love the letter – and the hat he is wearing in the picture! Where did you get it?
I love your letter to your sweet little boy! My son was 4 months old on February 10th:) It is SUCH a fun age!! I love seeing my son, Luke's personality developing every day. He's also a blue eyed, very blonde, very curious little boy:)