You turned 17-months old today. Â I’m afraid to blink or turn around for fear that I’ll turn back and you’llÂ be 17-YEARS old. Â You’re my reminder that life happens very fast, moments are fleeting, childhood isÂ precious, and that cooked rice is much, much better tucked inside furniture crevices.
This month has brought with it your new ability to string two words together in something that almostÂ resonates as conversational English. Â You’re starting to say things like: “All gone!” and “Thank you!”
One of the huge highlights for not only you, but the rest of your immediate family is that you’re finallyÂ sleeping through the night. Â And in your own room! Â For the first 16-months of your life you slept with yourÂ mom and me. Â Your mom transitioned you to a bed in your own room last week. Â I think for the first fewÂ nights you would wake up, cry out, and your mom would spend the rest of the night in your room with you. Â And now, ever since then, you sleep through the night in your very own room. Â It wasn’t until a couple daysÂ ago that I really took notice of this new and welcome change in our house.
“Wasn’t there once a small, loud, crying, writhing and wailing thing that nestled in close proximity andÂ
used to keep us awake every night for over a year?”
“Yes, dear. Â That was our second child. Â She’s been sleeping in her own room for two weeks now.”
“Oh. Â How nice.”
Part of our evening ritual before putting you to bed is to take you into your sister’s room to sayÂ goodnight. Â Many years ago I covered your sister’s ceiling with little glow in the dark stars. Â While I’mÂ usually reading a Harry Potter book to your sister at the time, we’ll turn out the lights momentarily so youÂ can see the stars on her ceiling. And with this you indulge us all in a “WHOA!” Â You apparently get a kickÂ out of glow in the dark stars. Â I promise you I will get you your own stars for your room.
And when you wake up in the morning, you’re programmed to usually be in a good mood, and to be veryÂ observant of your surroundings. Â You like to look and point at everything for which you have a name – BOOK -Â BIRD – FAN – BABY! Â You’ve also become quite astute at standard animal noises. Â You know “meow,” “woof,”Â “moo,” and little noises like a chirp for a bird, hiss for a snake and a smacking sound for a fish.
You’ve taken a keen interest in dogs these days. Â When I get home from work, I like to take you outside andÂ we’ll just hang out and play or talk in the front yard. Â There are always folks out walking their dogs, soÂ when you see one, you like to rush over to the sidewalk or to the edge of the driveway and excitedly point,Â wave, look back at me and say “WOOF! WOOF!” Â And I’ll acknowledge you and say, “yeah, that’s a woof!” Â AndÂ you’ll maintain your genuine enthusiasm until the woof has passed by with his owner. Â And then you’ll eitherÂ blow a kiss or say, “bye bye” while waving.
And something that I’ve taken for granted and am guilty of not noticing are the airplanes. Â You apparentlyÂ have a thing for airplanes. Â You notice them. You hear them before anyone else. Â And you can look up andÂ excitedly spot an airplane 4 miles up in the sky and say, “whoa!” and “plane!” Â It’s really cute andÂ bewildering at the same time. Â Like I said, I guess I’ve just taken airplanes for granted. Â And maybeÂ they’re just a novel concept for you – but maybe they’re not. Â Maybe you have a natural affinity for planesÂ and flight.
And shoes. Â You definitely have a natural affinity for shoes. Â It’s ridiculous. Â Cute, but ridiculous.
I love you more that you can imagine. Â I love every fleeting moment and am blessed to have you in my life toÂ remind me that life is so precious and short. Â Now Please stop growing up so fast.
I love you, Sugar.