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Motherhood after Infertility and Parenting a child with ASD

2 years old

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I wonder if a little boy grows out of enjoying letters from his mama. Do you think you’ll ever grow tired of reading my words? I know I will never get tired of writing you. You are two years old. TWO! My precious baby boy can’t be considered a “baby” any more.

From the day you were born you have been you. You are a sweet, independent, ornery, and busy little boy who loves to snuggle (but only at bedtime). You have the ability to melt everyone’s heart and put a smile on even the grumpiest person’s face. Your Dad and I could not be happier watching you grow from an 8.8 lb little monkey to the 2-year-old demanding little toddler that you are today. You are perfect and special and handsome and smart and we could not ask for a better kiddo.

A year ago you were taking wobbly little steps and had baby chub from head to toe. Today you run faster than I can keep up, jump more often than walk, and you have made such strides in your speech.

I am so proud of the little boy you are becoming. You are sometimes serious and other times silly. You are busy and full of energy. You are lovable and snuggable. You are your own unique little self! You currently love Elmo, cars, trucks, animals, and have recently discovered a love for baseball.

You know approximately 53 words (even though some aren’t clear to others) and a good number of animal noises! There are still plenty of times where you spout off full sentences in your own little language and I have zero idea what you are saying. The look of frustration on your face when that happens is priceless and I hope you know that I do my best to decipher everything you say. Your current favorite things to say are: “No, mommy!”, “No, STOP!”, “No, puppy” and “my (insert whatever you consider to be yours)!” – I’d say that’s fairly normal for your age but it definitely has given me time to refine some of my skills in patience. You also love counting, even if you can only count to 2. Apparently “three” is a very hard word because you just refuse to say it!

I couldn’t be any prouder of the you that you are. Every day is special and every moment is precious as long as we are together.

It is unbelievable how much you inspire me every day, and in how many ways. I want to be someone who you can be proud of. I want to be that place in your life where you can always come when you need unconditional love, understanding and warmth.

I will always love you and I will always be in your corner. I don’t make many promises to people but I will make this promise to you; I will always listen to you and I will always be someone you can count on. I will do whatever I can to make your life better for as long as there is air in my lungs and my heart still beats.

Happy 2nd birthday my boy.

I love you,



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