By Melissa Uhles
This is a letter I found recently that I wrote to my soon-to-be baby boy while I was pregnant with him. I’m happy to report he’s now a healthy, happy eight-year-old boy.
I’m sharing the letter with you because I think it’s a fun tradition and looking back on it, it’s interesting to see what I already knew and didn’t know before I started the real parenting journey.
Maybe if you are expecting or know someone who is, you’ll feel inspired to pass the idea along.
I’m listening to Norah Jones trying to think of what I wanna tell you. I just heard the lyric, “I feel butterflies”. That’s what it feels like sometimes when you are dancing around inside my kangaroo pouch. I’ve enjoyed taking you places with me, like to your first symphony and farmer’s market and to the town where your Mommy grew up.
Your Dad and I love talking to you at night before sleeping time. He likes to get you wound up before bed, asking you questions and waiting for you to kick me in response. When we saw your blurry first picture, we were so excited. Thinking about how you’ve grown from a marble to a jicama in eight months is incredible!
The idea of our new life with you is like visiting an exotic foreign country, hard to imagine but an adventure to look forward to or like riding Splash Mountain for the first time, not knowing what it’ll feel like to plunge over the edge into the unknown.
Daddy imagines teaching you to code (he’s a software engineer). Don’t worry if you don’t know what that means, neither do I. And he may show you how to blow things up in the garage…just promise me you’ll hang onto your eyebrows. He wasn’t so lucky in that area. He’ll probably also teach you how to take things apart and put them back together again.
Mommy imagines making Nanny’s fudge brownies with you. We might also build miniature mouse houses, like I did with my grandmother. I imagine us sometimes eating crust less sandwiches with you in the park, or on the Spanish Steps or by the Seine.
I can’t wait to show you the world. It can be a wonderful place full of excruciating joy, but it’s a challenging place too. I hope to teach you a few things about how to thrive in any circumstance and embrace all the amazing experiences life has to offer.
We’re already falling in love and can’t wait to meet you.
Looking back on the contents of this letter I can report that we have made brownies together. He’s eaten crustless sandwiches in the park but we haven’t been to Europe yet, so sandwiches by the Seine may or may not be in our future. It’s kind of funny that I thought I’d wanna travel by plane for 12 hours with a kid, silly me.
I’m also happy to say he has his eyebrows, hasn’t blown anything up and does like to take things apart and put them back together. He hasn’t started coding, he says he hates math and loves PE.
As for me, I was right about parenthood feeling like riding Splash Mountain at Disneyland for the first time. It’s scary and I can’t predict what’s ahead but the adventure can sometimes be magical especially with the days of diapers far behind me.
For those of you who want to reflect on parenthood, you should check out The Simple Parent Tradition that Will Change Your Life. And if you're looking to add a little more gratitude in your life, definitely read How to Start a Gratitude Journal for an Amazing Life.
Did you write something like this to your unborn child? How was parenting the same or different than you thought it would be when you were pregnant? We’d love to hear about it in the comments.