Archive for March, 2012

Mission Accomplished

March 25, 2012

Dear Roman,

Today was a really important day. You know why? You road your bike without training wheels! I think the idea had been on your mind for awhile. Twice last week you mentioned to me that you were going to ask Dad to take the training wheels off of your bike. Then this morning you finally brought up the subject with him. Afternoon came around and you weren’t backing down. So off went the training wheels and outside we all went. You were determined. It took 5 or so tries, lots of crashes into bushes, a few scrapes and then there you were… off on your own. Riding on the same path at the park I vividly remember taking you on just two years ago when you learned how to ride your balance bike. There you were today such a big boy riding a bike. Just as you had set out to do. The smile on your face said it all. You were just about as proud as a kid could be and rightfully so.

Good job Roman!

Conversations

March 22, 2012

Dear Roman,
Tonight as I was saying goodnight to you you grabbed my arm and pulled me closer in.

You: Mom, when you were in your wedding costume (referring to a picture of me in my wedding dress) why were you standing next to Nana?

Me: Oh because Nana is my mom and she was at my wedding to Daddy.

You: because Moms go everywhere with their kids right.

Me: Yeah exactly.

You: Even when they are grown up?

Me: Well yes sure if the kid wants them to.

A huge look of relief came over your face and you took a deep breath, let out a smile and continued.

You: Will I be a Daddy?

Me: If you want.

You: I don’t want to. I want to be a firefighter/coastguard/lifeguard/doctor/police boat driver/firefighter/pilot. … and you’ll be with me.

Me: I love you.

Then tears appeared and fear came over your face again.

You: Will you come with me when I die?

Me: Oh Buddy, you don’t have to worry about that. You have a lifetime and I’ll always be with you.

You: When I die I want you to be in the hole with me.

Now I’m practically crying, holding back tears, but trying to stay light and fluffy since it is bedtime and I wasn’t really prepared to talk about death/funeral requests with my four year old.

Me: Sure I’ll make sure I’m in the hole with you. Because remember I’ll always be with you.

You: And you’ll live for infinity years. Because I love you and I want to be with you forever.

Roman, I’m hoping that feeling stays true because I love you more than you’ll ever know.

xo,
Mom