dear claire,
recently you've been going through a weird separation anxiety thing. basically you completely freak out if your father or i try to leave you with someone else. including people like your grandparents, or your daycare teacher who you've been with for a year. you very carefully watch us, and with a ninja's heightened awareness of your surroundings you immediately catch even a glance towards the door, or a reach for the keys. and you sound the alarms. i've never heard you scream and cry like this before. it's so sad, because, honey we HAVE to take you to daycare 4 times a week.
last week i was talking with someone who is planning on having children soon. she was asking me if it changes how you view the world. the answer, simply, was "yes". but it was pretty hard to explain. i guess it changes how i feel about the future. i care further than my own life expectancy. but there was something else i couldn't quite put to words. it made me feel differently about other people... but i didn't know why.
this week as i felt you pull my hair, trying to grab on to me, begging me not to leave - i was so heartbroken and so torn up inside. all i could think was, "this isn't right, i shouldn't have to leave my baby, she needs me and i need her". that's when i realized what it is that makes the world different when you're a parent... compassion.
not necessarily because people deserve it, or because i want to avoid burning in hell, but because as a parent you come to realize that everybody, young or old, kind or mean, pretty or ugly, stupid or smart, everybody is some body's baby. everybody has a mother who would give anything to have you treat HER baby with love, kindness, and compassion.
the guy who cut you off in traffic, or the wench client who sent you a nasty email, or the customer service rep at the cable company who is a few flowers short of a bouquet... every one of them has snuggled up in their mother arms, every one has been rocked to sleep, rushed to the pediatrician, and kissed on the forehead while they slept. every one of them has a mother who at some point in her life has shed a tear because her baby needed her, and she needed her baby.
so that's how being a parent changes you. fyi.
-mama
January 25, 2009
January 2, 2009
twenty two months
dear claire,
it's hard to even put to words how amazing this month was. you've changed and grown so much it's unbelievable. in the last four weeks you've gone from a frustrated toddler to a little kid. you totally get that you are not just here to eat sleep and scream. there is something much bigger going on in this world. you now have an imagination, and you have a newfound sense of trust and understanding.
you've graduated from freaking out because you want your shoes both on and off at the same time... to knowing which shoe goes on which foot. i have no idea how you know that. maybe it’s just luck. maybe you are a wizard. you used to stand at the door and meltdown because you wanted to go outside... now, when i tell you its cold outside, you ask me if its raining, and then you ramble on in crazy toddler talk about rain and water and cold and wind. and you wave your little fists in the air as to indicate a shiver and yell "BRRR!" weather is incredibly fascinating.
i love toddler logic. while babysitting, aunt meg showed you a photo of me, and you exclaimed "MOMMY!" then you reached your arms out to the picture and said "mommy... UP?" then one day you and your dad were playing the game when you tell him to turn the lights on and he does and then you tell him to turn the lights off and he does. you say "light OFF!" and then celebrate that he can take direction. and then "light.... ON!" and applaud his quick response again. one day while you were playing the light game i called him on the phone. you knew it was me because you recognized the ring tone. when he hung up the phone you looked at him and demanded, "mommy ON!" brilliant.
you are entering this phase where everything has a reason. everything must make sense. and you must narrate it all. when i pick up my phone you yell out the name of the last person i called. when i put on my shoes and grab my keys you remind me of the last place we went, and that i'm forgetting my cell phone. you point out things you are proud to know the name of... including when we are at a restaurant and you see a glass of wine and yell out "MOMMY'S DRINK!" i wasn't embarrassed. i swear. that’s just one step closer to being old enough to fetch me a glass. progress: we haz it.
you gave me the best christmas present ever. a few nights before christmas you woke up at 2:30am screaming (bad dream i think) so i brought you into bed with me. at 5:50am you woke up wanted to start your day and i was like 'oh hell no'. then the sweetest morning followed....
me: claire, sweetie, it's dark outside. we don’t get up till the sun gets up. go back to sleep ok?
you: dark?
me: yep
you: yeah.... dark.... owwshide.
me: exactly.
you: mommy?
me: yes?
you: cold owwshide. yeah.... and dark owwshide.
me: tru dat. lay down please baby.
you lay down, then you rolled over to me and wrapped your arms around me and put your head on my chest.
you: mommy?
me: yes baby.
you: more 'hold you' peez.
so i scoop you up on me and hold you tight and we lay there for about a half-hour. then you woke up again. and you whisper...
you: mommy.... light owwshide....
me: yes baby, but i don't wanna get up yet. come snuggle me.
so you rolled back over to me and started playing with my hair, gently brushing it away from my face. then you whisper "nigh nigh mommy, i love you" (just like i say to you every night as i rub your head).
overall, 2008 turned out to be a pretty good year in the end. the adjustments our family went through in the beginning were tough on me for a while... but i don't think you noticed. we'll make every year a little better than the last. each passing year is essentially a compilation of memories and lessons... bound by hope. 2008 will always be wrapped up sitting in my heart as the hardest year i ever had. the but as difficult as it was a times, when all was said and done, i was left with an overwhelming sense of hope for the years to come. we're starting the new year right this time. january is not filled with anxiety and february will not be smothered with tears. i'm not afraid to be a divorcedsingleworking mother. i'm just elated i'm your mother. so here we are, starting off on the right foot, not to mention our shoes on the right feet. oh hai 2009.
loving you for years to come,
-mommy
it's hard to even put to words how amazing this month was. you've changed and grown so much it's unbelievable. in the last four weeks you've gone from a frustrated toddler to a little kid. you totally get that you are not just here to eat sleep and scream. there is something much bigger going on in this world. you now have an imagination, and you have a newfound sense of trust and understanding.
you've graduated from freaking out because you want your shoes both on and off at the same time... to knowing which shoe goes on which foot. i have no idea how you know that. maybe it’s just luck. maybe you are a wizard. you used to stand at the door and meltdown because you wanted to go outside... now, when i tell you its cold outside, you ask me if its raining, and then you ramble on in crazy toddler talk about rain and water and cold and wind. and you wave your little fists in the air as to indicate a shiver and yell "BRRR!" weather is incredibly fascinating.
i love toddler logic. while babysitting, aunt meg showed you a photo of me, and you exclaimed "MOMMY!" then you reached your arms out to the picture and said "mommy... UP?" then one day you and your dad were playing the game when you tell him to turn the lights on and he does and then you tell him to turn the lights off and he does. you say "light OFF!" and then celebrate that he can take direction. and then "light.... ON!" and applaud his quick response again. one day while you were playing the light game i called him on the phone. you knew it was me because you recognized the ring tone. when he hung up the phone you looked at him and demanded, "mommy ON!" brilliant.
you are entering this phase where everything has a reason. everything must make sense. and you must narrate it all. when i pick up my phone you yell out the name of the last person i called. when i put on my shoes and grab my keys you remind me of the last place we went, and that i'm forgetting my cell phone. you point out things you are proud to know the name of... including when we are at a restaurant and you see a glass of wine and yell out "MOMMY'S DRINK!" i wasn't embarrassed. i swear. that’s just one step closer to being old enough to fetch me a glass. progress: we haz it.
you gave me the best christmas present ever. a few nights before christmas you woke up at 2:30am screaming (bad dream i think) so i brought you into bed with me. at 5:50am you woke up wanted to start your day and i was like 'oh hell no'. then the sweetest morning followed....
me: claire, sweetie, it's dark outside. we don’t get up till the sun gets up. go back to sleep ok?
you: dark?
me: yep
you: yeah.... dark.... owwshide.
me: exactly.
you: mommy?
me: yes?
you: cold owwshide. yeah.... and dark owwshide.
me: tru dat. lay down please baby.
you lay down, then you rolled over to me and wrapped your arms around me and put your head on my chest.
you: mommy?
me: yes baby.
you: more 'hold you' peez.
so i scoop you up on me and hold you tight and we lay there for about a half-hour. then you woke up again. and you whisper...
you: mommy.... light owwshide....
me: yes baby, but i don't wanna get up yet. come snuggle me.
so you rolled back over to me and started playing with my hair, gently brushing it away from my face. then you whisper "nigh nigh mommy, i love you" (just like i say to you every night as i rub your head).
overall, 2008 turned out to be a pretty good year in the end. the adjustments our family went through in the beginning were tough on me for a while... but i don't think you noticed. we'll make every year a little better than the last. each passing year is essentially a compilation of memories and lessons... bound by hope. 2008 will always be wrapped up sitting in my heart as the hardest year i ever had. the but as difficult as it was a times, when all was said and done, i was left with an overwhelming sense of hope for the years to come. we're starting the new year right this time. january is not filled with anxiety and february will not be smothered with tears. i'm not afraid to be a divorcedsingleworking mother. i'm just elated i'm your mother. so here we are, starting off on the right foot, not to mention our shoes on the right feet. oh hai 2009.
loving you for years to come,
-mommy
December 2, 2008
twenty one months
dear claire,
happy twenty one months to you. two years is quickly approaching. i need to start building up a better tolerance for all the booze i'm going to have to drink that day. oh who am i kidding. i'm ready, bring it on.
today one of my closest friends told me she is pregnant. i am so happy for her. we talked for a bit and i gave her some unsolicited advice about pregnancy and childbirth and newborns. in doing so i was reminded of this time two years ago, when i was pregnant. i was starting to get REALLY nervous. not about being gigantically pregnant, or even about birthing a gigantic child... but about what the hell to do with a newborn. i was so scared that they were going to hand me this little baby and i would just stand there frozen with fear and refuse to leave the hospital. i vigorously googled everything i could to try to find some sort of chart or detailed manuscript that would tell me when i was supposed to feed you, and how much, and burp you and change you and make you sleep... and what i was supposed to do when you cried. i was TERRIFIED. there was no way i could be solely responsible for the well-being of such a miniature, helpless, fragile, human being. i took a parenting class and it basically showed me how to give you a bath. thank you west hills hospital for being completely useless. there really is nothing out there that tells you specifically what to do with your baby all day. you're just supposed to freaking figure it out i guess.
and i did. now you are this amazing actual person. you walked up to me the other day and said "hey YOU!" and then laughed and fell into my lap. you like mushrooms and edamame and anything that remotely resembles a juicebox. you love to run and yell AH-HH-HH while you bounce with each step. you tell me when you have a dirty diaper "POOP!", or when you're hungry "EAT!" or when you're tired "nigh nigh mommy". in 21 months i've gone from the person who must do EVERYTHING for you, including charting every ounce you drank, puked, peed and poo'd... to the person who simply lifts you up for things you can not reach, chauffeurs you to your many endeavors and buys you cool stuff. it's gone by so fast, it's unreal.
you voted this month. we voted for the first black president (however, your father did not, so technically we just cancelled each other out, not that it matters... don't even get me started on the electoral vote system). i hope he doesn't screw it up. when you're learning about obama in history class, you can tell your teacher that you were there. in the booth with me. and you sat with me on the couch for a while and watched the results come in on cnn. you are so political. i hope that he brings the changes that our country needs. i hope that in 2028 when you cast your first presidential vote that you can look back on the first time you were ever in the booth (at 20 months old) and its a positive thought. i hope that it's a "that guy did good, and i was there" kinda thought. right now our economy sucks and our troops are fighting a war most people don't support. so anyway, we voted. i hope things improve for you.
this month you've become extremely musical. you pick a word and you sing it to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star. any word. for example, if you are standing on a chair and i say, " get down right now!" you will sing, "get down, get down get down get down.... " and then, "right now right now right now right now...". sometimes you do it to be silly, and sometimes you do it without even realizing you're doing it. the best is when i sing along with you. a huge smile spreads over your face and you giggle and sing even louder with this look like "OMG lady! how do you know the words?! i just made this up right now!" for future reference - i know everything.
you've yet to master your animal sounds. but you are so cute that it almost doesn't matter. you think making a fish face is like the funniest thing ever and you LOVE giving fish face kisses. when asked what a duck says, you say "cock cock!" hahaaa... close. dogs say ruff, bears say rawr, trains say choo choo, and mama's say i love you. thats about all you got. HOWEVER - you can differentiate between red, green and blue and you sing perfectly in tune. i'm guessing you are going to be a singer/songwriter/artist... with a phd in awesome.
this month will be our first christmas in the condo. the first one as our own little 2 person family. i won't lie... it's not going to be the easiest holiday season i've ever had. i'm not going to get a tree because you won't remember, and i'd rather spend the money on something that wont die. it's hard not to have someone by my side sharing all the greatness that is you. when you twirl around the living room in your christmas dress i don't have anyone to glance at to make sure they saw how cute you looked. it's hard. but in the same breath i will tell you - we have a relationship like no other. i will never stop holding your hand and kissing your lips and playing with your hair and telling you that you are beautiful and snuggling you. i don't care how old you are. we have a special bond because of all this. you've seen me struggle, you've felt me hold on, you've heard me cry. you will grow up knowing that life isn't always perfect, and because of that, you will cherish the perfect moments.
nature is amazing. i knew just what to do to make you blossom into a fantastic toddler. and somehow, you knew just what to do to turn me into a fantastic mom. we are both in some way responsible for each other's greatness. and that is the perfect bond that will keep us strong forever.
loving you closely,
mommy
November 2, 2008
twenty months
dear claire,
there is someone who was very important in my life that you never got to meet. my papa, my mother's father. since you are so obsessed with YOUR papa this month, i thought i'd tell you a little bit about mine. my mom and i were talking about the frustrating job of attempting to communicate with a tantrumy toddler when she turned to me and said "your papa always used to say how much easier it becomes when they can 'tell you where it hurts.'" ha ha ha. wouldn't that be nice.
in case you are all grown up and reading this someday and i'm old and crappy, i want to tell you about my papa before i forget. i don't have a diary, so these letters kind of serve as the only way for me to preserve not only my memories of you, but my memories of what i'd like you to know.
in my mind my papa ties for first place in the kick-ass department with your papa. he was AMAZING. looking back on my childhood, i tend to remember certain events and activities i shared with him. like puzzles, and card tricks, and candy... but any papa can do that. what i want to share with you is the life lessons i learned from him. generosity, forgiveness and patience. ironically, the same traits i see your papa teaching you. isn't it funny how you don't see it at the time when you are the student? we take it all for granted. it isn't till you're 28 and you see you're own daughter's eyes light up at the sight of her papa that you really realize how much your papa made your eyes light up.
it's been a long time since i thought about the sound of his voice, or the smell of his old spice. the way he made me feel so special by letting me sit in his chair. if there was one person i could bring back for even just a moment to see your face it would be him. damn, he would love you so much.
you are talking so much now. tonight at my parent's house you were so concerned with the whereabouts of your papa. every time he left the room you'd yell out "paPA!?" he'd come and pick you up and throw you up in the air and play "i'm gunna get you!" and call you a "silly goose". you are lucky. your papa is just as good as mine was.
he knows how to teach generosity, forgiveness and patience through example. he will make sure that you always have everything you need, he will forgive you no matter how ridiculous you are, and no matter how many times you push his buttons he will be there for you, he will be there and be exactly what you need. he will be the one person to whom you can do no wrong. i know this because he did it for me.
my papa was amazing. your papa picked up where mine left off. my papa taught me how to be a good daughter. i don't ever want my dad to leave this earth not knowing how much i love him. losing my papa made me realize that you can't take people like that for granted. ironically, your papa has taught me how to be a good mother. i never want you to go a day on this earth without feeling the happiness your papa made me feel. i do, and i will try my best to treat you how he treats me... with generosity, forgiveness, and patience.
so even though right now you speak a crazy foreign toddler language, and you throw tantrums in the middle of target, and you hit the cat, and never eat dinner... you're doing ok. we're doing ok. tonight i was thinking about us. i was thinking about how a few days ago you turned to me and said "i love you mommy." for the first time ever. and i think that's pretty important.
you may not be able to tell me where it hurts yet, but you can tell me where it doesn't. right in your big toddler heart.
my papa would be so proud of us.
i love you too baby,
mama
there is someone who was very important in my life that you never got to meet. my papa, my mother's father. since you are so obsessed with YOUR papa this month, i thought i'd tell you a little bit about mine. my mom and i were talking about the frustrating job of attempting to communicate with a tantrumy toddler when she turned to me and said "your papa always used to say how much easier it becomes when they can 'tell you where it hurts.'" ha ha ha. wouldn't that be nice.
in case you are all grown up and reading this someday and i'm old and crappy, i want to tell you about my papa before i forget. i don't have a diary, so these letters kind of serve as the only way for me to preserve not only my memories of you, but my memories of what i'd like you to know.
in my mind my papa ties for first place in the kick-ass department with your papa. he was AMAZING. looking back on my childhood, i tend to remember certain events and activities i shared with him. like puzzles, and card tricks, and candy... but any papa can do that. what i want to share with you is the life lessons i learned from him. generosity, forgiveness and patience. ironically, the same traits i see your papa teaching you. isn't it funny how you don't see it at the time when you are the student? we take it all for granted. it isn't till you're 28 and you see you're own daughter's eyes light up at the sight of her papa that you really realize how much your papa made your eyes light up.
it's been a long time since i thought about the sound of his voice, or the smell of his old spice. the way he made me feel so special by letting me sit in his chair. if there was one person i could bring back for even just a moment to see your face it would be him. damn, he would love you so much.
you are talking so much now. tonight at my parent's house you were so concerned with the whereabouts of your papa. every time he left the room you'd yell out "paPA!?" he'd come and pick you up and throw you up in the air and play "i'm gunna get you!" and call you a "silly goose". you are lucky. your papa is just as good as mine was.
he knows how to teach generosity, forgiveness and patience through example. he will make sure that you always have everything you need, he will forgive you no matter how ridiculous you are, and no matter how many times you push his buttons he will be there for you, he will be there and be exactly what you need. he will be the one person to whom you can do no wrong. i know this because he did it for me.
my papa was amazing. your papa picked up where mine left off. my papa taught me how to be a good daughter. i don't ever want my dad to leave this earth not knowing how much i love him. losing my papa made me realize that you can't take people like that for granted. ironically, your papa has taught me how to be a good mother. i never want you to go a day on this earth without feeling the happiness your papa made me feel. i do, and i will try my best to treat you how he treats me... with generosity, forgiveness, and patience.
so even though right now you speak a crazy foreign toddler language, and you throw tantrums in the middle of target, and you hit the cat, and never eat dinner... you're doing ok. we're doing ok. tonight i was thinking about us. i was thinking about how a few days ago you turned to me and said "i love you mommy." for the first time ever. and i think that's pretty important.
you may not be able to tell me where it hurts yet, but you can tell me where it doesn't. right in your big toddler heart.
my papa would be so proud of us.
i love you too baby,
mama
September 28, 2008
nineteen months
dear claire,
i'm so tired. this month was ridiculous. lets start with your three day hospital stay. i would compare those days to the first few nights you were home from the NICU as a newborn. i slept horribly, woke up every few hours to comfort you, didn't brush my hair for a few days, and watched you breath a lot. i either wore the same bra for three days, or didn't wear one at all, i'm too tired to recall, i got pee on me (not my own), and while driving i played over and over in my head a scenario where i get pulled over for drunk driving and laugh like a lunatic at the officer and mumble something about "yo, i WISH i was drunk! i was swerving because i have had a total of 6 hours of sleep in 4 days, SUE ME." i don't know why i always think that would be so funny. but i totally envision me acting like a drunken a-hole and the officer doing a breathalyzer only to find that i'm stone cold sober, putting his tail between his legs and walking away. i would totally drink to that. i am SO OVER cops and their little ticket books. anyway, it was a blast. you couldn't breathe. now you can. let's hope it stays that way.
month 18 was a very painful month for you. you had your blood drawn three times, several shots, an iv, nasal swab, x-ray, breathing treatments, numerous people looking in your ears, oxygen tubes taped to your face, etc. it sucked. and i'm sorry. i really hope that it was all a fluke. next month we're going to have to steal more of your blood to test your crappy immune system and hopefully find out why you keep getting so sick. i promise i will make it up to you. i will take you to the zoo... or the pet store in the mall that has all those puppies in glass cages. you're 19 months old, i really doubt you will notice a difference.
this month at your 18 month well baby appointment the dr had some nice things to say about you. you speak like a 24 month old. no big surprise there, considering that i never shut up. but in a way, i feel like it was such a huge accomplishment for us... ok, more you. but really, us. when you were born all crazy early i was so scared something would be wrong with you. worried that i should have moved less while on bed rest, or not eaten a baked potato for breakfast every day, or snorted less crack cocaine (kidding)(duh). when you smiled a little late, sat a little late, crawled a little late and walked a little late, i was always on the edge of my seat fearful that you'd NEVER learn. so last week when you strutted across the living room in my high heels and yelled out "BABY WALK MAMA'S SHOES!" i almost fell over. you are truly my child. lazier than a fat cat laying in the sun... but when it comes to looking hawt in high heels and talkin' it up - you are a supahstar. we'll check that right off the list of important life lessons.
september of 2008 will always be remembered. for two reasons. 1. the u.s. american financial crisis. and 2. the month i tried to potty train you and you crapped in my bedroom. as you can imagine, quite unforgettable. basically, i bought you a really cute potty. i tried to show you how to use it. you laughed and played and pretended to put toilet paper in it. you ate a cracker. we had a blast. then i turned my back for a moment, and when i turned back around you were gone. for only 10 seconds. which is apparently the exact amount of time it takes to walk into my room, poop right next to my bed, STEP in it and yell out "EWWWWWW". the potty has been retired until you are old enough to get a job and hire a company to steam clean the carpets.
which... might be right around the corner, as your new favorite past time is being a stripper.
lovely.
your personality is amazing. i was just noticing tonight that when you smile now, you really, really mean it. before this month you would smile because you could tell we were trying to be funny, or you were just overloaded with weird baby emotions that make you burst out laughing for no reason, or something was generally fun. but now your smile is genuine and sincere.
this evening you were standing around looking for something to mess up and i was staring at you, embracing your cuteness. you turned and looked me in the eye and smiled at me. but something was different. something has been different in your smile for a few weeks now. you weren't smiling because you thought i was being funny. you were smiling because you wanted me to see your smile and feel your happiness. that's the difference. you get it now... you get that how you act and the things you do make others FEEL things. you know that when you hit your friends, they feel sad, and when you stalk the cat she feels scared for her pathetic little life, and when you smile at your mama, you make my day. you completely get it. you get what a lot of grown men and women in this world still don't get. a genuine smile spreads joy.
thank you for reminding me that some times its the simplest things that comfort the most complicated pain.
loving you joyfully,
mama
"Peace begins with a smile,.."
— Mother Teresa
i'm so tired. this month was ridiculous. lets start with your three day hospital stay. i would compare those days to the first few nights you were home from the NICU as a newborn. i slept horribly, woke up every few hours to comfort you, didn't brush my hair for a few days, and watched you breath a lot. i either wore the same bra for three days, or didn't wear one at all, i'm too tired to recall, i got pee on me (not my own), and while driving i played over and over in my head a scenario where i get pulled over for drunk driving and laugh like a lunatic at the officer and mumble something about "yo, i WISH i was drunk! i was swerving because i have had a total of 6 hours of sleep in 4 days, SUE ME." i don't know why i always think that would be so funny. but i totally envision me acting like a drunken a-hole and the officer doing a breathalyzer only to find that i'm stone cold sober, putting his tail between his legs and walking away. i would totally drink to that. i am SO OVER cops and their little ticket books. anyway, it was a blast. you couldn't breathe. now you can. let's hope it stays that way.
month 18 was a very painful month for you. you had your blood drawn three times, several shots, an iv, nasal swab, x-ray, breathing treatments, numerous people looking in your ears, oxygen tubes taped to your face, etc. it sucked. and i'm sorry. i really hope that it was all a fluke. next month we're going to have to steal more of your blood to test your crappy immune system and hopefully find out why you keep getting so sick. i promise i will make it up to you. i will take you to the zoo... or the pet store in the mall that has all those puppies in glass cages. you're 19 months old, i really doubt you will notice a difference.
this month at your 18 month well baby appointment the dr had some nice things to say about you. you speak like a 24 month old. no big surprise there, considering that i never shut up. but in a way, i feel like it was such a huge accomplishment for us... ok, more you. but really, us. when you were born all crazy early i was so scared something would be wrong with you. worried that i should have moved less while on bed rest, or not eaten a baked potato for breakfast every day, or snorted less crack cocaine (kidding)(duh). when you smiled a little late, sat a little late, crawled a little late and walked a little late, i was always on the edge of my seat fearful that you'd NEVER learn. so last week when you strutted across the living room in my high heels and yelled out "BABY WALK MAMA'S SHOES!" i almost fell over. you are truly my child. lazier than a fat cat laying in the sun... but when it comes to looking hawt in high heels and talkin' it up - you are a supahstar. we'll check that right off the list of important life lessons.
september of 2008 will always be remembered. for two reasons. 1. the u.s. american financial crisis. and 2. the month i tried to potty train you and you crapped in my bedroom. as you can imagine, quite unforgettable. basically, i bought you a really cute potty. i tried to show you how to use it. you laughed and played and pretended to put toilet paper in it. you ate a cracker. we had a blast. then i turned my back for a moment, and when i turned back around you were gone. for only 10 seconds. which is apparently the exact amount of time it takes to walk into my room, poop right next to my bed, STEP in it and yell out "EWWWWWW". the potty has been retired until you are old enough to get a job and hire a company to steam clean the carpets.
which... might be right around the corner, as your new favorite past time is being a stripper.
lovely.
your personality is amazing. i was just noticing tonight that when you smile now, you really, really mean it. before this month you would smile because you could tell we were trying to be funny, or you were just overloaded with weird baby emotions that make you burst out laughing for no reason, or something was generally fun. but now your smile is genuine and sincere.
this evening you were standing around looking for something to mess up and i was staring at you, embracing your cuteness. you turned and looked me in the eye and smiled at me. but something was different. something has been different in your smile for a few weeks now. you weren't smiling because you thought i was being funny. you were smiling because you wanted me to see your smile and feel your happiness. that's the difference. you get it now... you get that how you act and the things you do make others FEEL things. you know that when you hit your friends, they feel sad, and when you stalk the cat she feels scared for her pathetic little life, and when you smile at your mama, you make my day. you completely get it. you get what a lot of grown men and women in this world still don't get. a genuine smile spreads joy.
thank you for reminding me that some times its the simplest things that comfort the most complicated pain.
loving you joyfully,
mama
"Peace begins with a smile,.."
— Mother Teresa
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