Letters to Our Sons | October

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son. A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys.

Dear Abram,

Suddenly you are insisting on a bit of independence. You want to get ready for bed yourself: get undressed, pick out your own pajamas, get your pajamas on and climb right into bed.
You chose this fabulous pairing of Spiderman t-shirt and Scooby-Doo pants for pajamas last week and insisted that you set up your own set for photos.

And you wanted a photo of this jaw-drop face specifically. "Do you know what the crab does on The Little Mermaid?"



Despite a busy month, we still made time for leaf collecting and some crafts. You made this cute monster with a leaf moustache.


I loved seeing your creativity!
You are the best, kid.

I love you, sweet pea!
Mommy

Follow the blog circle to read the rest of the October letters by clicking over to the blog of Alise Kowalski Photography | Kansas City Photographer.

Letters to Our Sons | September

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son. A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys.

Dear Abram,

You are you, and I just want to bottle that up. We tried soccer again this year. At the beginning of the first game, here you were:

Aggressive! I couldn't believe it! Then a teammate dragged you to the ground and an adult stood in the way of the goal when it was your chance to score. And you were back to you, ready to just play pretend and pick flowers. My boy.

THIS is you:


Batman pajamas, snow boots, "hiiii-YAH" with a sword against imagined foes.

THIS is you:



Silly and laughing and happy to be spending time with your mom and a friend. Finding treasures in nature.



And here you are at the last game of the soccer season. After spending 75% of the game playing Iron Man and looking for honeybees with a new found friend, you ran after the ball and kicked it at the very last minute. (Nevermind that you were bribed with the promise of a bounce house if you got in 5 kicks.) Big smile, so proud, doesn't matter this isn't the right field. My boy.



You are the best kid.

Love,
Mommy

Letters to our Sons | August

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son. A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys.

Dear Abram,
The end of summer is always a bit heartbreaking. This year especially as you head to Pre-K, and I realize just how big you are getting. We squeezed in as much fun as we could during the last weeks of summer, though.
We went to three homecomings for the parades and carnival rides and enjoyed time with several friends. Compared to other four year old boys, you are apprehensive about trying new things like the ferris wheel. You are no daredevil, instead choosing to be very careful about climbing on the playground equipment or jumping off rocks. You aren't shy, but you definitely want to choose who to talk to and when on your terms.


You wouldn't go down the big slide on your own, so I got to ride with you. Even though you loved it, you weren't ready to try a second time on your own.

You decided to brave this roller coaster. I was surprised, and you were beaming when you saw me and your dad waiting afterward.
And even though I was sad our together time had to end, look at how excited you were on your first day of Pre-K!


I love you, Sweetpea. You're the best.
Mommy
Please continue to follow the circle and visit Tracey Bohland | Tracey Bohland Photography to read her letter!

Letters to Our Sons | July

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son. A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys.

Dear Abram,
There are many things I hope I won't forget about you as a 4 year old. A few that really make my heart melt:

1. The way you talk.
I know the quirks to your speech will soon be lost. I love hearing your little voice turn "here" into a 2-syllable "heeyah", how you went to see a movie at the "movie-ah-theatah", and how so many of your sentences end with an abruptly loud "OKAY?!?"

I caught a "heeyah" or two on video:

2. The sweet things you do to show you love Mommy.
At more than one teeball game this season, you just couldn't contain the need to show me how much you love me. When you were supposed to be on the field. Once it was, "I have a flower for you, Mommy!" and you running off the field immediately to make sure I got it. Another time it was, "I want to give you a kiss!" and you strutted right off the field making kissy faces all the way and plopped down on my lap when you reached me. And then you ran the bases with a flower you found at 2nd just to get it to me. Here you come with a big smile and clover squeezed tight in your right hand:



3. How you play. And play. And play.
I could offer you just about any activity, any day, and you would say, "No, I just want to play." Or you would want to confirm with me, "And play???" This would be your answer if I asked if you wanted to go buy new toys, go to the pool, go to the park. Even if it sometimes drives me batty, I love that you LOVE to just play. You pretend superheroes and characters from movies most. You shove toys about a centimeter from my eyes and force me to take them and be who you see fit. When you play, you are always right and you know all the rules. If I try to add something in to the story in your head, you look at me like I am just trying to be silly and quickly direct me on the RIGHT way to pretend.
Try not to grow up, little boy.

Iloveyou, SweetPea.
Mommy

Follow the links to view the other posts in the circle this month. You can begin by checking out this post by Mango Mahalo Photography by Michelle Anderson featuring some adorable photos of her little boy.

Letters to Our Sons | June

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son. A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys.

Dear Abram,

Your imagination never stops. The words I hear from you most are "I love you!" and "Do you want to pretend?" And since you have been sticking your tongue out in nearly every posed photo I try to take, I decided to take you out and let you have it YOUR WAY for photos. Pretend!





And sometimes you jump right in front of the camera and give me a sweet smile with your dimple!



I hope you will remember me as a mommy who wasn't afraid to be silly and pretend with you. Maybe you will remember playing together when we chase around like monsters at the park, use sticks as magic wands in the backyard, and circle the stairwell over and again finding super power mushrooms and getting unfrozen. And as much as you love to imagine you are someone else, remember that the best thing to be is you.

I love you sweet pea,

Mommy

Continue to read from the blog circle by visiting Mango Mahalo Photography by Michelle Anderson.

Letters to Our Sons | May

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son.  A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys.

Dear Abram,
You are getting so big. This month you had your first tee-ball game, full of moments I am glad I didn't miss. You are #11 and were so excited to strike up a conversation with #11 on the other team when he made it to first base.

After a few tries, you got your first hit. Nothing could have taken the smile from your face on the run to first base!


We took a few family photos this month. I think your personality shows a bit here.


And you and Daddy got me a new Lensbaby for mother's day this month. You were giggling like crazy and running in circles trying NOT to let me get a photo of you with it.



I think I got some keepers, my silly sweet pea.
Iloveyou.
Mommy
Follow the links to view the other posts in the circle this month. You can begin by checking out this post by Jen Smay featuring some adorable photos of her little boy.

Letters to Our Sons | April

Each month, I am sharing a personal post with a letter to my son.  A group of mothers and photographers joined together for this project to preserve memories and share our love for our little boys. 



Dear Abram,

I spend a lot of time in wonder over you and your "windy" personality.  Daddy and I asked you to tell us a story while we were on the car ride back from our weekend in Texas.  The clock ticked by for 18 minutes from start to finish of your tale about Mario and Luigi while we glanced at each other, happy to hear you talk-talk-talking.  You are absolute, matter-of-fact when you talk.  If someone gives you the chance to strike up conversation (the grocery store clerk, a waiter, the librarian) you go on and tell them how awesome Iron Man is and every little thing you can think of about whatever is on your mind, even as we walk away.  I wonder if these people you trap with your intense excitement see how special you are. 




I wonder at your little heart of gold.  You seem to be bursting at the seams full of love for your family, biggest smile when we do a "family hug" and jumping for joy when you hear you get to spend the night with grandparents or see an aunt or uncle.  You are not shy with kisses and big squeezy hugs for your cousins or favorite friends.  You tell me about the mean things that happen at school and how you try to make sure everyone is nice and gets to play.  My heart breaks a little each day you come home upset after school.  I didn't expect such big kid emotions and friendship issues from a 4 year old.  Not surprisingly, you tell me about getting "focus time" at school because you wouldn't sit or be quiet at circle. 



Keep on talking.  Be loving and true to your feelings.  Don't stop being you.

Love,
Mommy

Follow the Letters to Our Sons blog circle to Lara Gowder's blog where she shares a letter to her son and some adorable t-ball photos!

Letters to Our Sons | March

Dear Abram,
This month you turned 4 years old. On your last day of being 3, you did your normal. Playing with toys, singing a song, talking talking talking. We read together at bedtime - one book for Dad, one for Mom and, as always, you read a book to us, too. You have a growing list of sight words you can read: go, see, my, you, the, is, up, red, Mom, yes, Dad, and no. I rarely see you being serious, but you put your whole heart into getting all the words right each night.




You had a Ninja Turtle birthday party with your friends, and family came over for cake and ice cream to celebrate your day. You were excited about the Legos, superheroes, Ninja Turtles, cars, and books. Not surprisingly, even after all that fun with your friends and an hour of swimming, you weren't ready for a nap. You have always had more energy than I could drain with any amount of fun or exercise.



For a special treat on your birthday, we took you bowling for your first time, let you play in the arcade, then out for ice cream. I tell you all the time, but seeing you smiling makes me happy.





Before your birthday, you promised that you would continue to visit us, but just for a little while. I am so glad you decided to stay!
Love,
Mommy
Enjoy reading some other letters and lovely photography by heading to the next blog in the circle: Alice Kowalski Photography | Kansas City life&style Photographer