An open letter to my 2-year old boy....

To my darling boy,

Happy birthday dear boy.  I hope you have had a wonderful day with your family.

Your sister has certainly put in a lot of effort to spoil you and make your day special.  She has told everyone we bumped into today that it's her baby brothers birthday.  She told them how old you turned and made everyone (including strangers) sing to you.  Clearly she takes after her Mumma and just loves to celebrate birthday's.

This day two years ago you entered the world.  You changed the lives of so many people, especially me.  It has been a roller coaster journey with lots of ups and downs, however at the end of every day we thank God that you are apart of our family.

We were blessed when you came into our lives.  You are cheeky and challenging, smart yet clumsy and you sure know how to make everyone laugh.  Although you have a stubborn streak which I think you get from both Mumma and Dadda, you are still so kind and gentle.

You are affectionate and love morning cuddles.  I think my favourite time of day is when you first wake up (albeit 5am most mornings), have your milk in bed with Mumma and Dadda and then pass us your empty cup saying "finished".  Then you roll over, snuggle in and close your eyes.

You wear us out and most mornings we feel drained and exhausted, and although you are up before the sun, we wouldn't trade you for anything (except maybe some more zzzzz's).

Watching you grow over the past two years has been an honour.  As a parent you witness the first words, first steps, first laugh, first cry, everything is new, everything is exciting.  You bring happiness to our home and I am so proud of the beautiful boy you are today.

I can see the terrible twos have hit early, I sometimes yell, I sometimes scream and I sometimes expect way too much from you.  You have only been on this earth for 24-months.  Imagine that, only 2 years old and we already expect you to be so perfect.

Well let me tell you my boy, you are allowed to make mistakes, be loud and cause mischief.  You can get dirty, you can climb (and fall) and you can make a huge mess.

It is my job as your mother to teach you the good from the bad and the wrong from the right.  However baby boy even though I'm older and apparently wiser, sometimes I get it wrong.  Let's learn together, grow together and experience this wonderful thing called life together.

I love you my darling and I will devote my heart and soul into ensuring your happiness.

Lots of love Mumma