Last night you said: “Mommy, why is your name Mommy?”

If you only knew that you gave me everything I ever wanted. How out of all of my dreams, out of all of the make-believe kids I had created in my imagination, I cannot believe God gave me such a beautiful boy. Beautiful on the outside with a beautiful 3-year-old soul to match.

I know your little sister is tough competition for my attention. But just know you are who made me mom, you are my firstborn and my son. Nothing will ever replace that. Remember these words as I am gushing over her hair and clothes and all the girly things we are sure to do.

All my life motherhood was my goal, was my calling. Motherhood was the only thing that I knew - without question - I would be fantastic at. What I was not expecting was just how much you would fill up my heart, fill up my existance, and fill up my world with such bright happiness that I literally close my eyes and try to breath you in every chance I get.

My favorite time of day is bed time, when I tuck you in and hold you close. We talk about our day and talk about your exciting adventures waiting for you when you wake up. I kiss the back of your head, smell your hair, and we talk until you are safely in your sleeping peace. I cherish these moments because I know they are fleeting and one day you will no longer crave the tranquility of your mothers embrace.

So son, thank you. Thank you for making me a mother and making all of my childhood dreams come true.

Love,

Mom.

Rachael Isaacson is a full-time working mother who is dedicated to living a joyful life. You can find more on her blog Warm Hearts Happy Family.