Dear Jordan,
We all survived back surgery. I feel so great today, other than the anxiety of re-injuring myself. I've been able to enjoy the little things like playing with you and snuggling your brother. I'm so thankful the surgery worked and is behind us. Now I'm trying to balance being wise about not pushing myself too hard with the need I have to get stronger so my back is stronger. Every single pain I feel, it makes me worry about if I've hurt my back again, but yesterday I had a conversation with God. I told him that I would do my best at being wise and trying to take care of myself, but I probably will do stupid things too. I need him to take care of me and I trust that he is always in control of my health, no matter what.
You seem to be maturing at very rapid rates. You have conversations with me (often funny ones!). You help me do things around the house. And you show concern for me and sometimes even your baby brother!
Yesterday at dinner, you asked for things over and over again. "Mom, I need a fork." "Mom, I need a drink". Etc, etc, etc. I was up and down and by the time I finished my food you and Dad were already through dessert and cleaning up. I said, "Jordan, when Mommy gets old, are you going to take care of me or are you going to make Marcus do it?" You said, "Jordan take care of Mommy." I was flattered and said "Thanks, buddy!" and then you said "Mommy to the hospital." I laughed so hard. Apparently, you have no problem with institutionalizing me! Oh well. I hope I'm in heaven before I get to that point!
Even though you have made great strides in your ability to play by your self, you still are a little wild. For example, I just finished picking up the whole house this morning. Every toy was picked up. Literally, while I've written this post, you've taken every single toy out of the bins in your room. Sigh. It feels like you wait until I pick up to do the most damage. Someday, you will have kids to it to you and I'll just giggle a little inside!
Well, little man. You are a joy. We're coming up on your three year birthday and I'm so excited to celebrate the little boy that you are.
I love you,
Mom
We all survived back surgery. I feel so great today, other than the anxiety of re-injuring myself. I've been able to enjoy the little things like playing with you and snuggling your brother. I'm so thankful the surgery worked and is behind us. Now I'm trying to balance being wise about not pushing myself too hard with the need I have to get stronger so my back is stronger. Every single pain I feel, it makes me worry about if I've hurt my back again, but yesterday I had a conversation with God. I told him that I would do my best at being wise and trying to take care of myself, but I probably will do stupid things too. I need him to take care of me and I trust that he is always in control of my health, no matter what.
You seem to be maturing at very rapid rates. You have conversations with me (often funny ones!). You help me do things around the house. And you show concern for me and sometimes even your baby brother!
Yesterday at dinner, you asked for things over and over again. "Mom, I need a fork." "Mom, I need a drink". Etc, etc, etc. I was up and down and by the time I finished my food you and Dad were already through dessert and cleaning up. I said, "Jordan, when Mommy gets old, are you going to take care of me or are you going to make Marcus do it?" You said, "Jordan take care of Mommy." I was flattered and said "Thanks, buddy!" and then you said "Mommy to the hospital." I laughed so hard. Apparently, you have no problem with institutionalizing me! Oh well. I hope I'm in heaven before I get to that point!
Even though you have made great strides in your ability to play by your self, you still are a little wild. For example, I just finished picking up the whole house this morning. Every toy was picked up. Literally, while I've written this post, you've taken every single toy out of the bins in your room. Sigh. It feels like you wait until I pick up to do the most damage. Someday, you will have kids to it to you and I'll just giggle a little inside!
Well, little man. You are a joy. We're coming up on your three year birthday and I'm so excited to celebrate the little boy that you are.
I love you,
Mom
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