Thursday, September 19th, 2013
2 years, 10 months.
Every morning as we’re getting ready to leave the house, one of the last things I do is put on your shoes.
Today, though, I came back from brushing my teeth to see you smiling on the stairs, with your new Sketchers already on.
In theory, I may have made a bigger of a deal out of it that necessary, but I had never considered that you could put your shoes on yourself.
I’ve always done that for you… everyday since I can remember.
You loved the fact you surprised me with this new skill of yours.
Then, shortly after, you sang your ABC’s all the way through, without messing up. That’s the first time I’ve heard you do that so flawlessly.
I’m proud of you. I just want to say that.
To be clear, I don’t just simply mean publicly. Sure, I’m proud of you like that, too.
But what I am really getting at is, privately, without the world watching or aware, I am proud of you.
As in, you make me proud, as my son.
I was thinking about this morning all day. During my lunch break, I stopped by Target to try to find you a 97 cent FJ Cruiser or Hummer; two SUV’s you are currently obsessed with.
You have way too many Hot Wheels cars already, but I just wanted to express my feelings to you. Turns out, I found neither car at the store, but just know I was so impressed by you that I at least tried.
Letting you know I’m proud of you is something I always want to keep at the forefront of our relationship. It’s important to me that you always know how I feel about you.
If I end up saying it too much, so be it.
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