Thought I'd touch base with... myself, apparently, since no one else really blogs on here...

The boy is growing in leaps and bounds regarding language, motor skills, social awareness, and is getting cuter all the time.  He has tantrums over the silliest things - like when Sissy had a hand-held fan and she stuck her finger in the rotating foam blades, like when he hears bubble wrap pop, or whoopie cushions (sound or no) - and is extremely sweet.  He apologizes when he does something wrong, asks if you're okay if you say 'ow.'  He asks for things he needs, and is just a pleasure to be around.

I would like him to know - should anything ever happen to me- or him - like, ever - that I love him so very much.  I would like him to know I love every second, and appreciate the annoyances that go with being a toddler, because some people don't have that.  I love the way he smells, the way he just cuddles into me, the smushy cheeks and chubby thighs.  I want him to stay small like this forever, and it makes me sad knowing he'll grow, and grow out of it.  Other times, I wish he would grow out of it, like when he still nurses from time to time, or when he doesn't sleep in his own bed, or when his diaper leaks at night. 

I would want him to take with him the knowledge that Mommy adored him, and wanted him to grow up to be a fine man with faith in God and himself.  To be honorable and trustworthy, kind and affectionate without being taken advantage of.  I would love for him to find a woman who will love who he is on the inside, not for his wallet or looks (both of which, btw, I hope he ends up with, LOL!).  I want him to be happy.  If having a family is what he wants, I want it for him.  If he's not interested in having kids, that's fine as well.  I just want him to know he's loved and that I want him to be happy.  I wish him success, I want him to know that it's okay to flounder a bit in your 20's but he needs to have direction before 30, or it'll be harder to pick up from there.  I want him to know I would be proud of him, even if he fails, because he tried.

I would tell him I want him to remain pure until after marriage, but realize that may be a pipe dream in these days.  I would hope he would know the measure of a man is not in how often he's hit the sheets, but in how he can provide for a wife and family.

And lastly, I would urge him to watch his sister's back.  Family's who you're stuck with, and there's no choice in the matter, but I would remind him that Sissy took care of him when Mommy couldn't, and when Daddy wouldn't.  That he needs to take care of her if she needs help, and that he should never stop talking to her.  He had better invite her to his wedding, and include any children involved, because it's not always about you.  You may chose a different path than your sister, but you need to remember you love each other.

And for Sissy, I would tell her how much I love her, every day.  I would want her to know that no matter what, I am proud of her.  I am  proud of how she's grown, how she continues to grow, and that I love her.  I would want her to know that even though we never had much money, it never mattered.  All that mattered was that we had her in our lives, our sunshine, our hope, our motivation.  I want her to know I appreciate everything she does for us, for her brother, and I know what she goes through when I'm not home.

I want her to know that it's okay to be who you are.  I want her to know I would like her to remain pure until her wedding night because that's the ultimate gift a husband can receive.  If a man loves you, he's willing to wait.  It is something that you never get back from your first time, so you may as well save it until you're sure and you have said, "I do."  I know I'm the last person to preach this to either of my children, and when they do the math, they know why.  I want them to know I regret not waiting, only because I wish I could have given that gift to their father.  He is and was a deserving man who deserved my gift, but never got it.  I regret that - but not that I got a beautiful child out of that.  I never regretted having her.  Not for a second!

I want her to know that reading is important, to continue to do it every day.  Learn something new every day, study what interests you, because that could be your future job.  If you love animals, read about animals.  If you love kids, read parenting and psychology books.  If you love math, physics, etc, ... you get the point.

When you kids choose a college, know that the degree doesn't make the person.  Your conservative views will be trampled on in college, unless you seek a private education (and get a scholarship!).  Please just try to get through the years, vent on a blog, without using your real names. 

Don't ever post anything you wouldn't want Nana to read, or SEE!  Job seekers look you up by name or email, so just be smart, use other emails and fake names so no one can hold your opinions against you in the job world.  E-pictures are forever, and people can photoshop.

Don't be too hard on your parents - we may not always be right, but we love you and want what's best for you.

That's all I can think of for now.  If you're a fellow hsp blogger, why not write to your kids as if you weren't going to be around forever? Just a thought :)