mama’s boy

Dear Eddie…

In less than a month you will be 2 years old.

I have lost count the number of times I have come over to the computer to work on this post.  You are so full of energy that I just get a couple words typed and you want me to come and play.

mama! play!

You are loving being in daycare full time.  So much so that I am sad that you will be going down to one day in only a week’s time.   But I am so excited to get more time with you.

This morning I carried you out of your room to watch cartoons and I was struck with how big you are getting.  You legs hang down past my waist and you are able to wrap your arms around my neck and hang on.

When did this happen?

Your language is exploding.  I remember just a few short months ago worrying that you weren’t saying much.  That you had no word for me.

Now EVERYTHING has a word…or at least a sound.  You play with cucks (trucks) and baws (balls) the most.  You point out caws (cars), cucks, and buhps (buses) wherever we go.

You ask about pampa and ama (grandma and granpa) and anny (Granny).

You wonder “where go?” about da-ee (daddy) and oos (Louis) and mama.

You are constantly chattering in both words and sounds.  You make your trucks go “beep beep” and you your cars go “voom voom!”

If the cat throws up it’s “ewwwww.  dad-ee!!!”

You ALWAYS want your cocks (socks, he he) and shuz (shoes) on to go explore your world.

You want to run and jump and kick the ball.  And you want to do it the fastest, the highest, and the best.

Music is your best friend and you would spend your days dancing and twirling and bopping your head if we let you.

Words and letters are your new passion and you can’t go to sleep without me or daddy reading ouhks (books).

But the most glaringly obvious thing?  You are not a baby.  At all.

You eat with a poon and fak (spoon and fork), you take off your clothes at night, and put your shoes on when we are going somewhere.

You can get in your carseat in my car all by yourself and you don’t need me to cut up your fruit or cheese sticks anymore.

Many people are telling me to cut your hair or start getting you away from your pipe (pacifier), but I can’t do either.  Those are the things that make you my little boy.  They still make you look “baby” to me.

I love to watch you light up a room with your smile.

I love the sparkle in your eye when you are doing something you love…or that you think might be naughty.

I love watching you figure things out…even when you get frustrated because it reminds me of myself.

I love to scream and laugh with you about the most ridiculous things ever.  And then watch daddy roll his eyes.

You are so brave and so outgoing.

But I love it when you need me.  When you hide behind my legs until you are comfortable somewhere. When you lay your head on my shoulder because you need some mama cuddles.  When you press yourself so close when we are reading books that it’s like we are one person all over again.

Every day you become more animated and more…you.

Sometimes it takes my breath away to see myself so perfectly reflected back in you, and yet…you are so uniquely you.

You have the athleticism and mannerisms of your daddy, but you have my quirky personality and lack of patience.

But your sense of humor?  That come from both of us.

Just today you laughed at your own tooter.

It is so cliche to say that I never knew love until I had a child, but it’s true.  No one can prepare you for this new love.  Because it is new.

I love our family and your daddy and our friends, but not like I love you.

I love you because you changed me.

And I never want to go back.

In less than a month you will be two.

I miss my baby, but I love my little boy.

I am so proud of you.

No matter how old you get, you will always…always…be my special buddy.

My Eddie Bear.

About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.


  1. That was absolutely beautiful Kate. I have no other words for you.

  2. I love this. My daughter just turned 2 and she is a little chatterbox but I still have to interpret for her because of the baby pronunciation. 🙂 they grow too fast!

  3. Yep.

    ::swipes at tears::


    I am head over heels for this post.

    Love you Katie. And you know I’m right there with you.

  4. I’m teary eyed. It’s so cliche but the time goes by SO fast!

    PS: Don’t yield to the pressure to cut his hair too soon. He’ll look SO grown up instantly!

  5. So precious! Tearing up a bit. Are you sure when he says “fak” he’s not referring to something else? 😉

  6. katie,

    it’s a good thing you threw some giggles in there for me (“cock” and “fak”), because otherwise I’m sniveling like a poor old sap over this. pregnancy hormones, oy!

    what a beautiful tribute to Eddie. and I’m still jealous about his sleeping habits.

    he’s a cutie! lots of love to you! xoxoxo

  7. I LOVE how you wrote “….it’s like we are one person all over again..” Such a great way to say how awesome snuggles can be and so true since kids can snuggle in just right…like their bodies grow just the right way to fit us so well…..because we used to be like one person…..tear….

  8. *sniff* So beautiful, Katie. Loved every word. I will have to write something similar when my little one turns 2 end of this year. Trouble is, I probably won’t be able to see past the tears. Sigh. Gorgeous post.

  9. The pictures are precious, but the words you chose were unique and beautiful. Thanks for sharing. You are an amazing Mom. You think you are lucky and you are, but Eddie won the Mommy lottery, I do believe.
    Just lovely!

  10. What a sweet letter. And that little boy? Is CUTE, cute, cute. I love his smile in the last picture, so sweet!

  11. Eddie is ADORABLE. This was a sweet letter, I am sure he is going to be very embarrassed when you show it to his future wife. LOL

  12. How beautiful!I must say, I teared up a bit.

  13. Beautiful boy, beautiful letter and all of my same feelings about my son turning two in just one short week! Eeek.

  14. Beautiful post that brought tears to my eyes. Time goes by so quickly with our little ones!

  15. Uh, hello. Tears. Me. Because this is beautiful.

  16. Love…
    And poons and cocks? I die

  17. Oh this is a precious time capsule of a post indeed (well precious and HILARIOUS)!

  18. Do NOT cut his hair!!!!
    You captured some great emotions there, both in words and pix.
    Kids are awesome. Especially when mom is still the center of their universe 🙂