• Letters to Our Little Ones,  Parenting

    My Baby Boy Won’t Hold My Hand Anymore | The Mom Blog WI

    My Baby Boy Won’t Hold My Hand Anymore… Each time you let go of my hand, my heart breaks a little more. *** Disclaimer | This post contains affiliate links.  This means I may receive a small commission at no additional cost to you. You can read  The Mom Blog WI’s full disclosure policy here. ***     Every time you let go of my hand because you think can do it without me, my heart breaks a little. When I try to tell you I love you and you tell me, “No,” a piece of me crumbles. Each time you push me away when I try to give you a hug, I…

  • Guest Posts,  Letters to Our Little Ones,  Mom Life

    Letters to Our Little Ones | Guest Post by yorkshiremumof4

    | Letters to Our Little Ones |  A Guest Post by Gemma, yorkshiremumof4 Slow Down Little One… Mommy Can’t Keep Up  Gemma, Mum of 4. Parenting Blogger with a passion for education and travel writes a letter to Summer, her first born daughter and her Mini-Me as she turns 9, February 3rd.  You can find Gemma over at her Blog: yorkshiremumof4, and also on Twitter & Pinterest. ________________________________________________________ Summer,    ‘A girl’, said the Sonographer. I couldn’t have been more thrilled. I was getting a baby girl. We already had your brother but a girl was delightful to hear. I couldn’t wait till you were born and I bought you lovely dresses and…

  • Letters to Our Little Ones

    Letters to Jackson | Slow Down, Baby Boy…

            To My Handsome Little Man… You’re growing up way too fast, and I’m falling behind.      You’re learning to talk more and more every day, and I’m completely amazed by all you know. You’ve started to count to ten, all by yourself. Every single day you learn a new word and astonish me with how unbelievably smart and independent you are now. One of these days you’re going to wake up and start talking in complete sentences, and I don’t know what I’ll do.  Related: Another Post in the Letters to Jackson Series     It’s like I closed my eyes and you shot up overnight. It…

  • Letters to Our Little Ones

    Someday, My Son Will Move Mountains…

    From The Mom Blog WI Archives | Letters to Jackson  Someday, My Son Will Move Mountains He will take on more than he can handle…     And someday it’ll get him into trouble. He will take on more than he can handle. He will get himself into situations that he doesn’t know how to deal with. But it’ll also take him to amazing places in life, both in equal parts.     He is so stubborn and head strong. Someday it’ll help him move mountains because he won’t accept defeat or take no for an answer! He will be so set in his ways that success will be the only…

  • Letters to Our Little Ones,  Mom Life

    An Open Letter | My Son’s Name is Jackson…

    To the people who give my son a nickname he hasn’t asked for…  His name is Jackson. Not Jax. Not Jack… Not Jaxxon. It’s Jackson.  I gave him that name because I wanted him to be called Jackson.     Not because I wanted his name to be shortened to Jax. Not because I wanted people like you to give him a nickname that he hasn’t asked for. Not when he can’t even tell you if he’s okay with being called anything other than his given name.     You’re making a decision for him. You’ve decided that it’s okay to call my son by a name other than his own,…

  • Baby,  Letters to Our Little Ones

    Slow Down Baby Boy, Mommy Can’t Keep Up…

    From The Archives | The Mom Blog WI Letters to Jackson | Slow Down Baby Boy…   “As I got ready to put my almost two year old son to bed, I began to cry.”     We rocked back and forth in the rocking chair with him on my lap. We had already read our favorite bedtime story, “I Love You Through and Through,” (thoroughly, 3 times to be exact.)      He was snuggled up with his favorite blanket and his cup of milk. I had my hand on his chest as he laid there, wide awake, and I watched him breathe. His eyes were wide open, but he was just laying…