Letters to our Sons - February 2014

Ryan,

You are my little boy who is very quickly turning into a little man.  

Over the Summer months you have really grown up and are listening more and learning to accept changes around you and to live alongside your brother and parents so we have a household that communicates with each other, respects each other and loves each other.

Don't stop wanting to make me happy.  I love it that you are considerate towards my feelings and you get sad when I'm not happy or feeling angry.  Consideration of others is a beautiful trait to have and although it may cause you some hardship later in life as people abuse your caring nature, don't stop doing it.  Thinking of others makes us a beautiful person.

You love animals.  You love playing with your toy animals and you enjoy watching animals on TV and you are intrigued by animals that live around you.  You used to love watching this TV documentary series called 'Africa' over and over again.  Each episode explored the different parts of the African continent and the animals that lived in each region.  I don't know of many 3 year olds who knew what a 'Shoebill' bird was, but you did.  It made me laugh.

At bedtime you normally go to bed with one or two of your soft animals.  You called them your "special cuddlys".  Some nights you stick to your favourites and other nights you swap it around and introduce a new animal into the mix.  You cuddle and talk to these animals before you fall asleep.  This week you have taken to spreading the love to every soft animal toy you have and putting them all into your bed.  There is hardly any room in there for you!!  But you make a nest in amongst them all and snuggle down for a peaceful night's sleep as you are surrounded by your special toys, safe in your bed in your home.

Mum xx

I am lucky to share a love of photography with other 'mother's to sons' in a blog circle.  Please be sure to click through to our follow our circle.  Next up is Janecka Lucia, a mother to 3 son's from Ohio, USA and here is her letter to her sons.