Dear Hailey and Logan,
I love the cards you gave me, the painting you created, and the poems you wrote, but on this special day I want to write something to you. I want to tell you what it means to be your mommy because I am blessed.
Being your mommy means I get to see you experience many firsts. Your first steps (too soon), first words, the first time to went to school, when you rode your bike, danced on stage, or caught your first baseball. I cheer from the audience when you nailed a dance routine, hit the ball without a "t," or rode your bike with no training wheels. I am proud when you conquer each first and support you when you need to try again. I hug your sweet faces when there are tears of defeat, and am the annoying (screaming) mom when you do well. I tell you to stop growing because time is going way too fast, but I love watching you change and become who you are.
Being your mommy means I encourage to try your best, work hard, make mistakes, and be kind. Being your mama means I treasure our time together. When we read at night before bed and you have me read the same story over and over. When we bake cookies and you both want to crack the eggs and I am hoping no one notices the eggshells they are eating. When we practice hitting in the front yard and I have to retrieve the baseballs over the roof, in the street, and in the neighbor's yard.
Being your mommy means when you are sad or scared, I can comfort you. I am beside you before your surgery, cry with you when Izzy ran away, and cuddle when you have a nightmare. I am there to give you a hug when a friend is mean to you, encourage you to apologize when you have done wrong, and to communicate when you feel misunderstood. I feel your pain, and I am relieved when your smile peeks out again.Your resilience amazes me.
Being your mommy means I make a lot of mistakes. I forget your lunch, I lose my temper, I don't laugh enough, and give the evil eye way too much. Sometimes I say I am sorry and I try to do better the next time. You tell me, "It's okay, mama!" and I am overwhelmed by your ability to forgive.
Being your mommy means I am okay with being the uncool one when I have to tell you, "No!" I feel your anger when you tell me, "I am not your fwend anymore," and I understand because I once felt that way too when I was a child. It is my job to guide and direct you as you grow, even when it means I have to turn you down. I am amused by your negotiating skills, persistence, and explanations of why you think you should have that dessert or toy. Sometimes the answer is still, "No!"
Being your mommy means the ultimate joy when you feel happiness. You lose your first tooth, you read for the first time, make a new friend, or ride your bike without training wheels. Your happiness and pride gives me complete joy.
The best thing about being your mommy is I never stop taking pictures of you (and it won't stop). I am the family historian, so one day you can look back and remember all the memories that have flown by way too quickly. So when I ask you to stop giving your sibling bunny ears, fidgeting, sticking out your tongue, and to smile (bribery needed sometimes), you will look into the camera and give me your happiest grin. As you already know, your smiles I adore.
Being your mommy means every day is a special day for me because you, Hailey and Logan, are you.
I love you both forever and always.