Thank you my child for teaching me how to be a parent.
Thank you for teaching me that toys are so important. Thank you for teaching me to understand that a cry over a broken loved toy is real, and that the pain – for you – is so
big.
Thank you for teaching me that you are a human being with needs, loves, hates, desires – just like me.
Thank you for teaching me to control myself.
Thank you for teaching me how to teach.
Thank you for giving me that huge smile, when I come to pick you from day care. Thank you for that big cry when I leave you there in the morning, that taught me how sad it is to separate when you don’t understand if I’ll be back.
Thank you for teaching me that what is obvious for me – is not at all for you, and thank you for teaching me how to be patient by explaining things over and over again.
Thank you for making me understand that you, just like me, don’t like certain foods – and it doesn’t mean you’re a “fussy eater”.
Thank you for teaching me that “tantrum” is an ugly word, and when you are in “that” mode – you’re simply very (very!) upset.
Thank you for making me feel so important – no matter how much I weigh and what I wear.
Thank you for coming to my bed every night – I understood it means you need me and you trust me to accept you there with no hesitations.
Thank you for teaching me how to praise every little drawing you make, no matter how it looks – because it is so important to you. Thank you for teaching me to not listen to all those house-décor experts, and instead to be proud to hang all your drawings all over the house.
Thank you for teaching me the meaning of life, while I went to check your breathing at night.
Thank you for showing me that a day can be so so so wonderful just because it rained and “everything is so clean now!”.
Thank you for insisting to sit and watch with you Bambi over and over again – just because of that 1 minute that is so scary.
Thank you for showing me that my partner have another side in him, that I haven’t seen before you came to our life, a side I love so much.
Thank you for teaching me that bugs can be so interesting…, thank you for teaching me how to control my fears when I see a spider…,
thank you for teaching me the true meaning of truth.
Thank you for making me try to be perfect and good and honest, and although I know I will never be 100%, I still try – for you, because of you, just for you.
Thank you my son, Gilad. I love you so much.