Dear Aidan,
I wrote you this letter the day before you turned three months old. I'm so glad I came across it again to remind me that you won't always be as little as you are right now and that I truly need to be cherishing not just the good things you do but the bad as well (ok, not bad, but the naughty). You see, yesterday you were especially naughty. You found two sharpie markers and decided the sheets on Daddy and my bed needed some artwork. Then you also decided that some of my clothing as well as Alice's bouncy seat needed to be freshened up with some added color. Add on top of that the multiple temper tantrums while I was trying to take care of your sick sister, and I had had enough. I know that I spanked you a little too hard, and I shouldn't have put you to bed early just so you'd quit pestering me about Mickey Mouse and Bubble Guppies. I just needed a break. From now on though, I'm going to remember that you're still my sweet baby who needs more gentleness than I gave you yesterday. I love you, sweet boy, even when you're being naughty.
"To My Son,
A week from tomorrow, you will be 3 months old. Where did the time go? Just yesterday, I was still pregnant. An hour ago, you were just born. Or that's how it seems. I know soon enough you will be grown and have a family of your own. I can't wait for the day when you get to hold your own child in your arms, but for now I'm going to cherish every smile, coo, poo, and scream you deem fit to throw my way. I'm going to love hug, dread every tantrum, and be grateful to have you in my life. We're going to fight, and I'm going to say and do things that you won't agree with. You're going to push all of my buttons and make me worry every time you leave my sight. Still, I'm going to love every minute of it all because you are mine. I love you, Aidan.
Love, Mama"
Love, Mama
