The threes to the fours was a miraculous joy-filled journey. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the progress and growth which took place this year. I am trying to write just one of those blog posts that usually come so easily to me, but words would are limiting; they can't pack in the emotion and the oh gosh, yes, tears, (yes, I am pregnant) that would just wrap up an entire year filled with genuine hard work, patience, frustration, progress, set-backs, ups and downs, but really, mostly love, so much love, and so much joy and pride into an untangible on-screen blog post. So I won't but I will.
I will tell you that Moshe is an incredible little person who never ceases to blow my mind with his creativity, wit, love of life, joy, persistence, and energy.
I admire Moshe. We all know how hard it is to change who we are. We all have struggled with fine-tuning our weaknesses into strengths. Can you imagine having to change almost everything about yourself - the way you talk, the way you might not talk, not being afraid of things that might terrify you, complying to something you totally just don't get, staying calm when you feel like you have to explode or everything around you is out of control, dizzying? It's hard work. Especially when you are only three years old.
When a child reaches a milestone, it's fairly easy to recognize the people who were involved in every step of the way. It's not hard to be gracious. And honestly, it feels really good to recognize the pay off of my personal investments as a parent as well. Sometimes though, I fail to focus on the efforts of my child. He changed something. He did it. He overcame an obstacle. He did what he thought he could never do. He conquered a fear. He met demands. HE did the hard work.
He makes us proud.
Today I celebrate Moshe.
I celebrate the most lovable little boy who never stops. His award winning smile, trying-to-be-silly moments, the way he writes his name with dots on each connecting line. His passion for basketball. His rationale. His sense of direction and independence. His gentle side which melts my heart.
I celebrate his siblings who have showed him, loved him, appreciated him, and - put up with him - of course - as all sisters must do!
And as my mother once said, "To know Moshe, is to love him." Couldn't have said it better!