Dear Son #1, Wow, 10-years-old now. People have always told me that once you have kids time flies by so fast and before you blink they're going off to college and all that guilt-inducing talk. And it's true. I cannot believe it's been 10 years. And not to be rude, but I feel like you've… Continue reading A Decade of You ~ Firstborn Edition.
Dear Son #2, As you well know, Obi-Wan Kenobi once said to Anakin Skywalker "Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" Spoiler alert: he doesn't quite listen and shortly becomes the one we all know and love; Darth Vader. Let me clarify. No, I don't think you are Anakin Skywalker or Darth… Continue reading Bringing Balance.
Dear Son #3,What can I say? You're six-years-old today and never cease to amaze me. I can say, without a doubt, that you are a young man who knows what he wants and also what he doesn't want. You will speak your mind (All. The. Time) and when describing you, I have heard many adjectives… Continue reading The Adjectives of Alexander
Dear Son #1, This day snuck up on me buddy, I'm not gonna lie. Well, it didn't really sneak up, I just didn't really think about it too much until I had to. Yesterday you turned nine. Wow. Yikes, the next one's ten. I know you're ready but I'm not sure I am. Maybe I'm… Continue reading Denial.
Dear Son #2, People misunderstand you. Even me! Sometimes all we see is the quiet, easy-going and positively chill young man in between two brothers that are, well, none of those things. Someone asked me the other day who the "easiest" boy was and I immediately pointed at you and laughed as I watched the… Continue reading William the Bad Ass.
Dear Son #1, Thursday you turned five. Five. I have no idea where that time went but I know that we've had a lot of fun during it. You have never ceased to amaze me in these years with your sense of humour (mildly warped which I can appreciate), your quick comebacks and observations, quirky… Continue reading Five going on 55.
Oh William. How can it be that you are six years old today? It literally seemed like last week when you unceremoniously popped out of me, bruised, battered but oh so quiet compared to the other loud babies in the hospital. You spent the night curled up next to me, whimpering slightly but other than… Continue reading Let’s Keep Chatting.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
Dear Son #2, "William, you were so brave my boy" I exclaimed to you in the car as Daddy navigated through the busy downtown Toronto traffic. You looked at me with your big green eyes that were wet with unshed tears, your breath shaky and your face pasty white from both the lingering car sickness… Continue reading William the Brave.
Dear Son #3 (AKA Baby A), This is it. My journey—our journey actually—is almost over. Some things I'll miss, some things I most definitely won't. It is a well-known fact that the "Terrible Twos" have a reputation for being just that, terrible. Most likely because two is the age where you're not a baby anymore,… Continue reading From Terrible Twos to Thankless Threes.
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