A Bittersweet Birthday Note
I wrote this note to my son for his fourth birthday, and I hereby dedicate it to parents everywhere…. You make me angrier than anyone I’ve ever been angry with. You make my heart melt more than anyone on this earth ever has. My heart is so full of love for you that it scares me… how much more can I love you? Yet when you push all my wrong buttons, I’m a helpless mess of a parent. You don’t hold my hand as often as you did when you were a tiny baby still learning to walk; yet if I am out of your sight for too long, you search for me frantically. It is bittersweet that you’re growing up, and it will always be. On the one hand I feel proud of how slowly and steadily you’re getting more independent each day, and on the other hand it tugs at my heart that you need your parents less and less as time goes. I can already envision you growing up into a rebellious bullheaded teenager, and that scares me. But I also believe that the little loving heart of yours will soften you with time. I can’t