Dear E and E:
This past weekend you turned 8.
How did that happen?
All I keep thinking about is that if the next eight years fly by even half as quickly, I will have two 16-year olds in the blink of an eye. Oh I hope we are all still friends then.
You Are Amazing
I love watching you excel in school, with friends, and in the way you challenge Daddy and I.
You are two smart little cookies. But you are also very loving, respectful, and all-around GOOD kids.
And that's not just me saying it. Other people go out of their way to tell me!
I see you separating from me as our drop off point for school has slowly moved farther and farther back.
I'm trying to remember the "no-kisses-at-school" rule.
I'm working on letting you go farther on your own...on your bikes, on your choice of books, on your idea of fashion or a "reasonable" breakfast.
I'm trying to choose my battles wisely. And I think you both are too.
I'm asking you do more. I know you don't like it, but you "get" it.
The thing I am most proud of?
You. Have. A. Voice.
And you use it.
When I'm overly tired and yelling you calmly ask me to stop.
When you have had an issue with someone at school, you have confronted them.
You have defended those weaker and smaller than you.
You are learning to set boundaries.
You are learning that the only person you can really control is you, and your own actions or reactions.
And, you LIKE yourselves. A lot.
As you get older and relationships get more complicated, I promise to try and keep doing whatever I can to help you stay sure of yourself, loving yourself, and knowing your self-worth... both inside and out.
That is my birthday promise.
Love, Mom aka: Mommy