Dear White Bread,
Sometimes I feel like you want me to write a blog about you, but don’t worry buddy, you were never meant to feel left out. I write about your brother to help other parents learn about his disability, but you are just as awesome!
And I agree, I can write about you too. I want you to grow up and have pages like these to read too, so I’ll do a better job of that.
You have more tenacity than I’ve ever met in anyone. You can jump from one subject matter to the next and have just as much excitement as before. You are driven, and I don’t worry about you making it in this world, because I know if you don’t get your way you’ll find a way to make it happen… I appreciate that in you. And believe it or not, you get that from your dad; although, you might be just a bit more of a daredevil than your dad, and that scares me at times… and it always will, I already know that.
You are amazing.
I love you more than you’ll ever know. I love that you wake up early in the morning ready to take on the day, but still come to cuddle in my lap just before bedtime because you want to snuggle… you’re still my baby boy.
And how amazing are you with your brother! Even when dad and I don’t understand him, you do; you always do! You get frustrated with us when we don’t understand, and say your bold statements, “Mom, what he said was ______!” You stick up for him and you’re 5 years younger – you’re such an awesome brother!
I’m so proud of you and want you to know that you will always be my baby boy.
For those of you that don’t know (and couldn’t tell by this letter), White Bread is Max’s little brother. My father-in-law nicknames all of his grandchildren and my youngest was given the name White Bread. If you saw his neon white hair and fair skin when he was a toddler, you’d totally understand. Today, his hair is a beautiful blond, but he still has fair skin; nonetheless, he’s stuck with the nickname – thanks Grandpa!