dear seven
My sweeeeeet boyyyyyy. You are ONE! It has been the best year of our lives. And thats really saying something, because what you’ll learn in history (zoom) class about the year you were born…is that it sucked.
And it did.
But I guess that just shows how much we love you.
None of us were ready for you, but I think the world was waiting. You came early, and you came with chaos. In fact, several sources cite the day you were born as the day of the first reported COVID19 case in the US. You were simply born into a different world. A new kind of world.
But through the chaos, came you. And through you, came peace.
You came on your own time…your own perfect time of 7:21pm on January 19th 2020. And barely three days after your premature birth, you were already lifting yourself up in a push up position like you just couldn’t wait to get this shit started.
And here I am at 2am on your first birthday, just wishing I could start it all over again.
You are a dream Sev, you really are. Me and dad keep wondering when we’re supposed to get sick of this, because watching you become your own little person has been the most rewarding, exciting and fulfilling experience of our lives.
You are the happiest baby I’ve ever met. I always say parenting you is as easy as playing Nintendogs because you only cry when you’re hungry, tired or need a new diaper. As soon as we figure out which one it is…its chillville over here.
You just came here to vibe. And it’s my favorite thing about you. Okay I have 10 million favorite things about you. But by the time you’re 18 and reading this, you probably won’t care to read about which birthmark on your bum I love the most.
But for ME, not for YOU………..here’s 7 more of my favorite things about my baby sev:
Your name. Sevy. Sevy roooooo. Baby roo. Roo Roo. Beven. Kevin. Devin. Lil Joe. My sweet boy.
I love how much you love Moana. How your face absolutely LIGHTS up when you hear “I’ve been staring at the edge of the water…” but I’m honestly mostly just happy that you moved on from Katy Perry.
You’re starting to get stranger danger and stay really clingy to me but I selfishly love it because…….it means you like me :’) (idk sometimes I get nervous)
You have the sweetest soul. I’ve seen it since you were born and I will protect it with everything in me.
You brought our families together in ways you will probably never understand, and you healed parts of your dad & I that we never thought were possible.
You stay the snuggliest little boy and every day I wonder when it will stop and it never does. I love our special bond.
I love how much you love music. It’s beautiful and it still shocks me from time to time because I can’t believe how a tiny baby human connects to strongly to sound. No matter what song is playing, you immediately stop what you’re doing and turn to listen in complete stillness until it is over. I can’t wait to talk about this in the Netflix documentary they’ll make about your rap career someday.
There is so much to love about you right now and my heart aches at the thought of those tiny toes getting bigger by the day.
Something you will probably know by the time you read this, is how sentimental I am. I think its my greatest strength (and sometimes my greatest weakness) but I hope you’ll learn to appreciate it someday.
Right now…it hurts.
You get sweeter, funnier, stronger and smarter every single day. But I still hurt for the human part of me that knows that this ends. The part of me that knows in the blink of an eye you’ll actually be old enough to read and understand these letters. I still get you forever, but I don’t get THIS you. This tiny cherub version of you with silky curls and dimples as deep as the ocean.
And that hurts.
But this is life, baby. This is just the beauty and sadness of all of it. That we cant get these moments back, but what’s comes next is always greater than our wildest dreams. That is a promise I’ll keep for your whole life.
The way I look at motherhood right now, is like waking up at 2 am and checking your clock in a panic — only to realize you still have hours of sleep ahead of you. That blissful relief of, “there is still so much time left.”
There is.
But someday, when that time does run out, and things start to hurt again…I know I’ll wish I would have snuck you out of your room more for late night cuddles.
So right now, thats exactly what I’m doing. As a favor to me in 20 years, aching for my sweet baby sev, tonight, I’ll squeeze you a little tighter for her.
Happy FIRST birthday, Seven Severe.
Mama loooooves you!
