Year One: The Letter
Well here you are, 1 year old! Are you excited? Nervous? Scared? Amazed? Fired up for what is to come? You know that mom and I are right?
You have come so far in one short year. You cried the first time you rolled over since you did not know what to do at that point. You grinned when you first climbed up on the ottoman, but then cried when you feel down when you lost your balance. It has been amazing to see the progress from not even crawling to walking in a matter of two weeks when you were 9 months old.
I know that I have not been the best of dads. I am sorry about that. I have yelled in frustration because I had no idea what was wrong. I even made the mistake of giving you juice that you shouldn’t have had giving you horrible diaper rash. I am sorry. I have dropped you when you were wanting down out of my arms and you hit your head. Again, I am sorry, I did not mean to.
I was overwhelmed when we brought you home for the first time, I won’t lie, I had no clue what I was doing, had no idea how to raise a child. I have been learning as I go, learned a lot of things to do and a ton more things that I should not do, ever. Just like making sure I pick you up when I leave our bed in the morning. Not to tickle you on your face so that your cheeks turn red right before we go get pictures taken (mom was not to happy with me on that one). I have learned its a wrestling match with you right now when we get you into your pajamas. Letting a double ear infection go uncared for because I have a fear of doctors, you were very miserable during that time and I apologize for not going to get it treated.
Despite all of the things I have done wrong, I will admit that I must be doing something right. You have learned how to throw a baseball already, Grandpa will be happy to see that you have your baseball pitching form down already. You know how to clap when the wheel spins on Wheel of Fortune… even though that might not have been something I taught you, you were smart enough to see when you clap. I have taught you how to dance like a white man, I will be sure to get mom to teach you how to dance so you can impress the ladies when you are in high school. Oh and speaking of the ladies, you are already a true ladies man. You flirt with the ladies whenever we go out to eat, you were even flirting with one of your friends at your first birthday party. Everyone saw it, you weren’t hiding it very well. You must have already picked up on the things that I used to pick up mom… the work trust me.
William, I love you! I’m looking forward to seeing you grow up and become a man. You may only have another 17 years under our roof, but I have a lifetime to teach you how to be the man I could only dream of being.
Posted on November 8, 2011, in Letters To the Kid and tagged Baby, Child, Dad, Family, father, Health, home, Kids, Learning, Life, Mother, Parent, parenting, Wheel of Fortune. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.