Sometimes I Forget

Dear Jack,

Sometimes I forget that you are only four years old. Sometimes I forget that it’s hard to be you. You are wise beyond your years. You are more articulate than some adults. You are definitely more laid back than most adults that I know. So sometimes I forget that you are still growing up and testing the boundaries. Sometimes I forget that you will have a rough day where you will tell me that I’m mean and that you don’t like me. You will stick your tongue out at Daddy and get really, really mad when there are consequences for your actions.

Sometimes I forget how sensitive you are. I forget that you take every single thing that we say to heart. Sometimes I forget that the simple act of admonishing your for jumping in the bathtub can turn into a terrible tantrum because your feelings were truly hurt. I forget that a simple conversation with your teacher about a rough day (you weren’t even in trouble!) can lead to massive tears. I forget that after a weekend chock full of fun and incredibly good behavior, there is almost always a crash. A crash that will be super hard on all of us.

Sometimes, you get sent to bed without a story and that breaks your tiny little heart. It breaks our hearts too. So much so that after you fall into a sound sleep, I creep into your room adjust the blankets, give you a long hug and kiss. Buddy, sometimes mommy forgets some things about you, but I will never forget how much I love you. I hope that you never forget it either.

Love Forever

Mommy

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