Belated Birthday Love

Somewhere, amongst the busy days of summer, I failed to write a Happy Birthday post for both my boys.

Bad mommy!

Better late than never, I suppose.

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Leo turned one on July 11th.

In case you haven’t noticed, this kid smiles.

A lot.

He is the most effortlessly happy being I have ever met.

I would kill for his secret.

Even at such a young age, I can tell he’s a free-spirit and a loving soul.

He loves to snuggle and is the best at it.

He is outgoing and fearless in all things that come his way.

He definitely got the former characteristic from his mama. This kid will wave and smile and talk to anyone, human or animal, that he encounters.

The latter, his fearlessness, that is all his, as he certainly didn’t get it from me.

Leo is the best medicine when you’re feeling low. He makes any situation fun, and always parts the clouds for me.

He’s sensitive, yet full of fire and sheer-will.

I’m in awe, and so, so grateful that I’m the one he gets to call mommy.

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My Luca, my oldest son, turned four on August 5th.

There are not enough words in the universe to describe what an amazing child he is.

Sometimes painfully shy, usually loud, and always hyper-sensitive, he’s definitely cut from the same cloth as his mommy.

When he puts his hands over his ears because the world around him is throwing him too much at once, I get it.

When he cries about hurt bugs and feelings, he doesn’t have to explain himself to me.

Ever.

I feel things in the exact same way.

His will and stubbornness, although extremely challenging at times, are the very things I’m most proud of….besides his tiny, bleeding heart, of course.

His imagination, thoughtfulness, and empathy, inspire me every single day.

He is smart beyond his years, emotionally and in every other way.

He’s a mama’s boy, through and through, my Luca.

Lucky me.

And, nothing makes me prouder than calling him my son, even when he’s full on Kim-Jonging it in the toy aisle at Target.

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I wrote a letter to Luca, here in this space, long before Leo came along.

It was easier back then to find the time to tackle such emotion.

Now that I have two kids, the words are, of course, for both of them.

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Dear Luca and Leo,

There are so many things I want to give you both, and so many things I want to teach each of you. Way too many things to list here. But, here are a few things I promise you.

I promise to love you unconditionally.

I promise to never turn my back on you. No matter who you fall in love with, what your politics are, what you want to be when you grow up, or what religion you choose to practice.

None of this matters to me.

All that matters is that you are happy.

I hope to teach you to always be true to yourself, even if some of your beliefs or wants aren’t always the popular opinion.

I hope to teach you kindness. To be nice to people even if they are not always nice back. I hope you never discriminate or judge those people that think differently or that are different than you.

I hope that you try to make the world a little bit better than you found it. To give unconditionally, even if you get nothing in return. Even more so, if you get negativity in return.

I hope you smile at people that you pass on the street, even if they look mean and angry…no, especially if they look mean and angry.

I hope that you stop and give a buck, or at least a burger, to the homeless man on the corner. And, that you always remember that you are in no way better than him; you simply may have had better opportunities.

I hope that you embrace diversity and try to learn from it.

I hope you love animals as much as I do, because, you know, sometimes a dog is as good as any man, if not better.

I hope you live life without fear. I hope you take chances even when you are scared. And get back up and try again when things turn out differently than you’d hoped.

I hope you give your full heart and take a chance on love.

I hope you fight for what you believe in.

I hope you defend those people, and animals, that cannot defend themselves.

I hope you dance wild and sing loud.

I hope you love yourself as much as I love you.

I hope you always feel safe and know that you can tell me anything. I may not always like it, but I will always respect you.

I hope you know that I have my own faults and love me regardless.

I hope you root for the underdog.

I hope you will forgive me when I am less than patient with you and when I make mistakes. I promise to do the same in return.

I hope that you can laugh at yourself.

I hope you are not as wild as your mom was, but if you are, be responsible.

I hope you will always remember how fortunate you are and be grateful for it.

I hope you do things for others, expecting nothing in return.

I hope you don’t have a sailor mouth like your mother does, but, if you do, know when not to open it.

I hope you get everything you ever want. But, for example, if it’s the latest “must have toy” of the year, know that I will not wait in a line and pay twice as much for it so you can have it by Christmas. You can wait three weeks. We all have to wait sometimes. That’s life.

I hope you feel bad when you squish a bug.

I hope you love to laugh and do so often.

I promise I’ll try to be open and honest with you about my choices and my life experiences. I may not be proud of everything I’ve done, but I am proud of myself and who I’ve become.

Be proud of yourself.

Learn from your mistakes.

I hope you always return your shopping cart to its proper location. Because, even if it is “their” job to chase them around the parking lot and put them away, why not make their job a little easier?

Pay it forward. Times a million.

Be true to your family. They will always be there for you.

Sometimes its okay to eat a Quarter Pounder with cheese. I promise.

I hope there are days you stay in your pajamas from morning ’til night.

Volunteer.

Know that it is okay to cry when you are feeling sad. We all do.

Communicate.

Let the person in the car in front of you pass. Even when you are 15 minutes late and you hate the world.

Travel.

Learn.

Educate yourselves.

Think outside the box, and beyond your own world.

Love your life. We only get one.

I love you both SO MUCH IT HURTS. Never doubt this. It amazes me how much my love for each of you grows everyday. You are the best things that have ever happened to me. And, I am so proud to be your mother.

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Happy Belated Birthday, from my blog, to my boys.

You drive me crazy every single day, but in the most beautiful and best kind of way.

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  1. Doni October 23, 2012 | Reply
    What an amazing Mommy you are. Thanks for sharing your boys and your love for them with us.
    • admin October 23, 2012 | Reply
      Thank you!! I'm so lucky to have them :)
  2. Melissa Laundre October 23, 2012 | Reply
    First of all, you had me cryin' before the second sentence..Second, You make me want to be a better person, Allison. Your children are very lucky to have such a beautiful person as their mom and I only wish I could call you my friend in 'real' life.
  3. tamara October 24, 2012 | Reply
    lovely! moving! thanks for sharing such a poetic love letter to your sons! xoxo
  4. AmazingGreis October 29, 2012 | Reply
    Happy Belated Birthday to the boys! I need to come see you all soon!

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