We recently celebrated Baby O’s birthday. Well, he is three now, so maybe the affectionate name is going to start losing its luster (cue the tears).
While I was still pregnant, one of David’s sweet patients gave me a thoughtful gift. It was a stack of stationary and envelopes. Interesting choice of baby gift right? But…
Each piece of stationary had a designated birthday and each envelope matched, so I would be able to write a letter to Baby O on his birthday–every year for eighteen years.
This woman didn’t know me or my deep love of writing. It was definitly God-inspired. Since then, I have had the sweet pleasure of writing Baby O a letter each year.
This year I have decided to include his letter here for you to read. While it is personal and ultimately for him, I hope that you too may find some encouragement here.
To my little man,
Happy Birthday!!!! I am so incredibly proud of you!
You have provided much comfort and strength to me through this year even though you don’t realize it. Since Daddy is deployed, you have shared such sweet affections: giving little kisses and big hugs even when I don’t ask.
You care about mommy, and you want to take care of me when I don’t feel well or if I’m crying (and that is usually more times than I care to admit). You are a big helper to me, and I couldn’t be doing life right now without you.
You are developing a sweet and funny little personality, and you often make mommy laugh and smile at your silliness. It is such a joy to watch you grow and enjoying things like climbing trees, going on walks, wrestling, building with blocks, watching family movies, and visiting friends.
I love the way you pick flowers and leaves and tell me, “Mama, these are for you!” And that you have a cute little voice inflection even when you’re not asking questions.
Your favorite movie is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and both of us have most of it memorized now. Thank you for bringing out the child within me- to imagine and pretend and have a reason to be silly.
I absolutely love the great privilege of being your mama and staying home with you each day to raise you. As I see my failures even more clearly now with little eyes watching me, I try hard not to give into the guilt. Because even as the guilt overwhelms me, God’s good grace abounds all the more and covers each of those sinful things.
Church is one of your favorite places to be, and I pray that never changes. As you grow, I hope you see that church is about the people, not the place. It’s about being the church in a dark and depraved world, standing up for your faith, and sharing the love of Christ with people.
Most importantly, I pray you grow to have a deep, constant, and ever-growing relationship with Jesus. I pray you don’t wander from the truth that your dad and I have tried so hard to instill. I pray that you love the Lord with all of your soul, all of your mind, and all of your strength all the days of your life until you dwell in the house of the Lord. Amen.
I love you, sweet baby boy. Thank you for making me a mama.