Dear Parker,
I want you to know how incredible I think you are. You have this aura around you. One that people are instantly drawn to. You don’t notice it, but as you walk down the
sidewalk from school, almost every kid out there waiting to be picked up is
yelling out some version of ‘Bye Parker’ or ‘See ya Parker’. People often tell me that there are big plans
for your life. That you are going to
change this world of ours with your smart, kind, caring, empathetic, and big
heart. I always agree, because, of
course, I’ve known this about you forever.
I’ve always called you my best boy. And, once your brother was born, I struggled
with the fact that I couldn’t really call you my ‘best boy’ because now I have
the two best boys. But, then I realized
that you and Andrew have so many different qualities and that I wasn’t calling
you my best boy because I think you are the best one there is, I was calling
you that because we’ve always had this amazing bond that I would relate to
having with a best friend. So, I
continue to call you my ‘best boy’ because of the bond that we have – which I
believe comes from you being my first child.
You are intelligent.
And, you don’t even have to try.
It’s like you just get it. You
remember everything and you have a knack for reading, science, math, and
technology. I am impressed with your
knowledge every day…but, if I happen to tell you this…you play it off like it’s
just your mom being a mom and you acknowledge that I complemented you, but then
you move on. You are humble and kind to
others who may not have the advantages that you do. And, it seems like you don’t even realize these
differences. At school you’ve been
clipped up to Grand Champion 13 times! A
record for Mrs. Wilken!
You love your family.
You especially love your little brother and you are always trying to
show him how to do things, play, love, and learn. He doesn’t always want to and I know that
hurts your feelings, but you jump right back in and try again. You analyze everything – especially the words
that people use. You take everything
very literally and I sometimes have to stop and ask myself if what I’m saying
will get you going or if you’ll just go with it. You’ve taught me about compassion and
blindness to other’s differences. We say
(almost) everyday, that it’s good just to be nice to everyone. And, I really believe you get this.
You are strong, hard-working, fun, empowered, opinionated,
loving, kind, smart, empathetic, and you are my guy. I love it that every night you still want me
to snuggle you and that you ask me to read to you, when I know you could very
well read to yourself. I love it that
when I make dinner, even when I know you don’t like it, you tell me how good it
is (sometimes with a pained expression on your face). I love it that you are loving and kind to
your brother and you don’t shy away from his frustrations. I love it that you always seem to know what
he is saying. I love it that you
argue…because nine times out of ten, you are right. (Just like your mom.) I love it that you’d rather be at home rather
than anywhere else and I love it that you love to be outside. Most of all, I love being your mom…you are
the one that made me a mom.
My wish is that you never loose your kind heart and your
determined, smart mind.
Love you, sweet boy.
--Mom
