Friday, September 12, 2014
Day 63 of 100 Days of Good Karma.
An open letter to Connor:
It doesn’t seem so long ago that you were just born and about the cutest red haired, blue eyed baby boy I’d ever seen.
And suddenly, what seems like overnight, you’re in kindergarten and you’re practically a full fledged ‘kid’ (though you’re not too old yet to crawl into bed with me if you have a bad dream).
You like everything that has to do with trucks, balls and lengthy question and answer periods that go something like this:
Connor: Mommy, why is a basketball called a basketball? It isn’t made of baskets.
Me: I don’t know, Connor. Maybe because you throw it into a basket.
Connor: Oh. (pause) Why is a baseball called a baseball? It isn’t made of bases.
Me: I think it’s because you run around the bases.
Connor: Oh. (Pause) Mommy why is a football called a football? It isn’t made of foots.
Connor: Oh. (pause) But why Mommy? It isn’t made of feets.
Me: Because you kick it with your foot, I guess.
Connor: Oh. (pause) Mommy why…
I love your curiosity. I love that you’re a little gentleman holding doors for me. Even when you’re bouncy and crazy I love your boundless energy and chatterbox ways.
Your daddy was called ‘Motormouth’ and ‘Mr. President’ when he was little, so you certainly came by the gene honestly.
Most of all, I love you.
Today’s silver lining: My majestic little unicorn.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!