Dear four year old

Dear J,

You're four now, I can hardly believe it. The years seem to be zooming by, it doesn't feel two minutes ago that you were a tiny newborn snuggling in my arms. My precious little boy who I never wanted to put down. You're a long way from that baby now, you're a young boy. A handsome, sensitive little boy.

You still like your cuddles, we love to cuddle up in bed in the mornings or on the sofa before bed. 

You're a sensitive little sole, it doesn't take much to upset you. Because your sensitive though you consider other people's feeling too, especially your little brothers. Even though you fight like cat and dog it's clear you love him to bits. You never want him to miss out on anything and you take him under your wing.

You've adapted to the massive changes in our life amazingly...although at first you were wary of S you've grown to love him. You even like to cuddle up with him.

You are growing and learning everyday, one day you don't get something and the next it seems to click. You're latest obsession is telling the time and although you can't do it just yet you like to try. Mummy it's one to seven...meaning its five past seven. 

You start big school in September. You love preschool and race in everyday happy as can be so I've no doubt that you'll settle just as well in your new classroom in September. I just know you'll flourish, you're ready to go. A little sponge of information. 

You can write your name and mum with no help. Although you do get your s back to front.. I want to spend more time with you helping you learn your letters. We seem to have finally mastered regonising numbers 1-10. It was slow going but you got there, you always do. You've always done everything in your own time. Liking to wait until you know you can do it before committing to trying it.

I'm not always the most patience with you and I shout sometimes more than is necessary. I promise to try harder to keep my cool, I need to remember that you're still only small. You're still learning and testing the boundaries. Sometimes I expect to much from you but it's only because I know you are capable. You understand more than people give you credit for.

You (and your brother) are my main priority, no matter how life changes in the future you and your happiness will always come first.

Lots of lots,

Mummy xxx