Category Archives: Letters To My Son

Brave Twirl

Dear Hunter,

Every day you inspire me to be brave. With each new discovery you make, I first take a deep breath and then, depending on what you are doing, I take a step forward or backward. I come toward you to share in your discovery or be closer if I need to pick you up when you fall.  I move away to give you a sense of autonomy and mastery over your world and body.

You recently learned how much fun it is to twirl in circles, get dizzy and fall down. And my first instinct is to tell you to be careful, that you are going to fall.  But my brave self tells me that you have to learn how to fall, how to crash in to things and learn how to get up even when it hurts. So, I laugh with you as you twirl, giggling all the way to the floor. Sometimes the twirl ends with tears and a bruise or two. I say, “Yep, that hurt, buddy. Do you want my help?” Sometimes you do, sometimes you don’t. You get more sure-footed with every twirl, though. And I get braver.

I hope you never forget how much fun it is to twirl, my dear boy. You’ve reminded me what a joy it is to play and get dizzy and silly and giggle, falling down.

I love you,



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No No No NO NO

My sweet boy,

You love to say, “No.” And you practice saying it in all sorts of ways. Sometimes you say it with a smile and a laughing squeal as you run away from me with the sunglasses your dad bought me the summer I was pregnant with you. Then there are the times when you SCREAM NONONONONONONO at the top of your lungs when it’s time to get in your car seat and you REALLY DO NOT want to.

I know you’ve learned that because dad and I say “No” to a lot. And it’s usually because you are doing or you are about to do something that might not turn out so well -either for you or for us… Like climbing on the top rail of the porch or playing with the keyboard on the computer.

As I see your abilities and confidence grow, I am trying to say “Yes” more often. Sometimes lessons are only learned when you have permission to fail… or fall. But they are also learned when you succeed. I don’t want your success to be stymied by my “No’s” because I was scared.

I promise to do my best to be brave and say “YES!” more often so we can grown and learn together.


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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Letters To My Son


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Sunday Morning Missive

Dear Hunter,

How can you be 19 mos old already? You are growing so much and so fast. Right now your favorite word to say is, “Mama!” And you usually yell it. And when you do, your dad and I just look at each other and smile or laugh out loud. Of course, when it’s time to ride the 4-wheeler, you scream, “DADDY!!”

You bring us so much joy with your zest and curiosity.  And you also bring us a bit of exhaustion. I am writing this little blog post on a Sunday morning at 4:22. You still sleep with us and sometimes, after you’ve woken, nursed and gone back to sleep, I am unable to slumber again. So here I am… telling you more about what life is like now that you are in it.

You love being outside.  You love picking the flowers from the planters and digging at the vegetable plants in the garden. I think your dad got the sandbox put together just in time… you’ve had it for less than a day and LOVE it. Last evening after dinner, you sat and played in it until bedtime.

Son, you are smart and sweet, funny and loving.  You play with tractors and your favorite Sesame Street character is Cookie Monster….followed by Elmo. As this new day and week begins… I can’t wait to see more of the world through your eyes and watch what you do next….




Posted by on June 8, 2014 in Letters To My Son, Uncategorized


Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow…

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow…

Dear Hunter,
I love watching you experience the snow for the first time. You’re very excited. You laugh and laugh and laugh. And when you fall down, you cry.

And that’s okay. Most of us cry when we take a spill. Especially if it’s a hard landing. The important thing is that you always get up, brush yourself off and keep going.

I am so proud of you because that’s what you do. And I expect you to keep doing that. Even when the snow is deep, the trail is steep, or the mistake is huge.


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Posted by on February 24, 2014 in Letters To My Son


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Thank You

Dear Hunter,

Thank you for the giggles
Thank you for the kisses
Thank you for the squeals
Thank you for the snuggles
Thank you for the peek-a-boos
Thank you for the wobbly walk
Thank you for the leg-hugging
Thank you for the ‘mama-mama’ in the middle of the night
Thank you for the tears
Thank you for the naps
Thank you for the bluest eyes filled with laughter
Thank you for the grumpiness
Thank you for the diapers
Thank you for the chubby, dimpled thighs
Thank you for the love.

Do I fit in the carry on space?

Do I fit in the carry on space?

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Posted by on January 16, 2014 in Letters To My Son, Uncategorized


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It’s Officially The First…

…birthday, that is. Happy First Birthday to Hunter Patrick!


Dear Son,

Today is your very first birthday. Your dad and I have been blessed to have you for a whole 12 months already and share in some amazing “firsts.”

You breathed the first time and we held our own breaths.
Crying your first cry, made us cry with joy.
Your first smile lit our hearts and
The first giggle had us laughing with you.
When you first rolled over and first sat up,
We cheered your achievement.
And as we roll into your second year,
we anticipate your first steps –
knowing there are still many
“firsts” ahead of us.

Its been a great first year, my sweet little boy…


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Posted by on November 9, 2013 in Letters To My Son


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Sunshine Rain

Dear Hunter, my sweet son,

As I sit here you are napping and the rain is pouring out of the clouds at the same time the sun is shining.

Sunshine Rain is special because it will remind you of the benefits of both. The earth is nourished by both rain and sun at the same time. And in life, when you experience challenges and joys at the same time, know that your heart, your soul and your character is nourished and strengthened.

Love, Mom

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Posted by on June 12, 2013 in Letters To My Son


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