& baby, your love is gonna change me
& now I can see every possibility…
~Micheal Buble
Dear Harrison,
Three-fourths two thirds of a year have flown by & I can barely believe it. They say that time speeds up as you grow older & believe me, IT DOES. One moment, you’re sixteen & in the car with your best friends on the way to Bojangles & the leaves are falling & the sun is shining & you’re thinking, it doesn’t get better than this, & the next thing you know, a decade later you’re writing a letter to your very own baby about how he stood on his own for the first time yesterday.
Harrison…YOU STOOD ON YOUR OWN. Pulled up holding onto my fingers, which is your favorite game & instead of sitting back down with a chuckle, YOU LET GO. As if to say, “Momma, I got this.” You let go for two seconds. Stood on wobbly legs. & then fell on your butt with a grin.
Ch-ch-ch-changes, they are a-coming.
But Harry, those changes are good. & I’m so excited for you when I think of all the things you are learning & accomplishing these days. Your daddy often marvels that every single day is different & therefore, he doesn’t want to miss one beat. You’re feeding yourself crackers & puffs, pulling up on everything, & it seems that every day you have a new consonant that you talk back to us with. “Ya ya ya” you said this morning, a precursor to all the eye-rolls & “yeah, yeah, yeah, WHATEV MOM” ‘s that are in our future.
Harrison, I’ve thought a lot about change today – changes in you, changes in me, changes in our life. There are a ton going on right now but for the first time, I feel like they are all good, positive changes in our life. & although they are a result of things going haywire in the past, these changes feel so good for our family. I want you to always know & be strong enough to recognize when change needs to happen, & be brave enough to embrace it. Own up to it. & then celebrate in it. Whether it’s standing on your own, getting back to your basics as a person, or watching a tomato turn red in your garden as summer unfolds. Embrace change.
For you are changing, growing, & turning into a little person that I am so proud to call “mine.” I hope that you will one day be proud to call me yours.
& no matter what changes, my love for you will never end.
love,
Momma
Harrison, 8 months.
