Jack Jack

I LOVE MY KIDS. I mean, deep down almost painfully- I love my kids. They are amazing.

I talk about my oldest more but Jack cannot be overlooked either. He is such a huge part of me- he makes me laugh (and sometimes makes me cry). Not in the most typical ways either.

He's almost 3 year old, and he's the most complicated individual I've ever known.

He has a happy side, and when I say happy, let's just say he teaches me about joy everyday. Before having kids, joy was something I only knew how to manufacture.

He has an angry side, a stubborn side, a side that at times overwhelms me. He is so smart and he is so opinionated, when he has thought something out he's the most determined person in the world. That type of thought-process gets him in trouble now because he doesn't have the life experience to always get things right (IE: he gets frozen corndogs out of the refrigerator at night and eats them when we're sleeping), but one day if we do things right....

I know the world will be a better place because he's in it. He is capable of doing great things, no doubt. Some parents say that because they hope by saying it, it will become true. Some people think great things about their kids, because they think their kids are a reflection of who they are, but I say it because it is true.

Jack is the sweetest sick kid (well maybe he ties with his brother). The timing was not ideal, but spending this afternoon with him has been wonderful. Gross because well, he's sick, but wonderful.

Mostly I want to keep with me all the laughs. Last night I took him (and his bro) to get a haircut. He sat by himself (a first). I told him to stay still so he starting bouncing his feet. I asked him not to bounce his feet so he began to wave around his hands. (I am reminded that I need to think out what I say to him before I speak). So I tell him to stop moving his hands and he begins to shake his head back and forth so fast I wondered if it could cause brain damage? But I tell myself to enjoy this. After that he just smiled and hugged me. Those hugs.

There will be other haircuts (with boys especially, seems like we're up there all the time), but how many times will I have the opportunity to see a little mind work in such an entertaining way?

Jack, you remind me of unconditional love- you add so much to my life. What would I ever do with you?

Thanks,
your Mother