Dear Sam…
Hey, Buddy. I was just looking at this picture of you on the first day of school. It looks like you’re reading your name. I bet that soon, you’ll be able to write it by yourself.
You’ve been in Mrs. Gibson’s class for four days now, and you are doing GREAT! Last week you rushed home, opened your “Homework” folder, sat down at the dining room table, and drew pictures of elephants and practiced writing your Es. When you’re excited about something, it’s contagious. I have a whole bunch of elephant pictures on my bedside table now. Thanks for your enthusiasm and the joy you share with our family.
Also, thanks for taking such good care of me last week when I was sick. Not only did you bring me your trophies and security blankets and beloved bear to sleep with, but you even took my sickness. I’ve never seen such a dedicated four-year-old caregiver. You “took” my sickness by announcing you’d stay in bed for me, and commanded me to “get up!”
I wish I could have. Not only so you and I could go outside and play baseball like you wanted to, but I also wanted you to know how much I appreciated your sweet heart. You feel things so deeply, Sam, I know you would have taken my swollen throat and fever, just to see your mommy up and about like normal.
We had a fun summer together, didn’t we? You and I sure do like to laugh together. When you dance, or talk in a silly voice, or play with your brother, you make us all smile. You’re so good at that. You’re also good at talking to people–both friends and strangers. As Daddy and I have watched you mature tremendously this summer, we’re both been amazed by your ability to chat up anyone and everyone. As Daddy has noticed, you know what someone likes to talk about and you ask them about it. You’re also so loyal (especially to Ellie), and so concerned about others. You will be a great friend.
Of all the fun times you and I had together this summer (especially at the cabin, which you loved), I think my favorite was that afternoon in the emergency room. Even though I’m sorry you hurt your foot, it was also the moment I saw you really grow up this summer. When Daddy told you to, “be brave!” you took it to heart–like you do everything. You smiled and chatted with the doctors and nurses–and didn’t shed one tear. You were so proud of yourself. And, as you checked many times, I was so proud of you too.
Sam, you are an awesome son.
I am so blessed to be your mommy, the one who gets to watch you grow up.
I think it’s going to be a lot of fun.
Love,
Mom
