Hey Little Bear,
I
am up at our hour again. Except this time I didn't fall back asleep in the 3
seconds it normally takes me. I'm just here. awake. and watching you in the
baby monitor.
I'm
watching your tiny chest rise, fall, rise, fall. I've never before taken such
interest in such small details as I do with you. Each breath is important to
me. There are thousands of details I observe about you each day and they are
all gifts, tiny gifts that make me happy or worried or thoughtful, and it is my happy job to observe all your details. Sometimes they are everyday details that I go looking for
like the way you say "mmmm" when you are hungry. Then there are the
details that surprise me. Before I put you in your bed last night, you
laid your head on my shoulder, then reached your chubby right hand down and
wrapped it around my pointer finger. Yesterday you stood over a vent in a
restaurant and your dress filled with air until it looked like you had a train
of tulle packed under it. You looked down in amazement and blew right back at it. When you stood from sitting position
the other day, your legs were crossed and you twisted up like a ballerina; it
was a sight. Last night you walked ALL the way to the front door from the living
room! Daddy told me that you belly laughed when he was smearing paint on your
hands for my Mother's Day card. These little moments and details about you make Mommy's heart
so full. And it's not because you need me in them, even though that is an
amazing gift too, but they are are precious because they involve you. And the
smaller the detail, the more precious it is to me because I get to know someone
like you, down to your very keen interest in your own belly button. All your
tiny details are a gift to me. You are a gift. Your life is a gift.
The
very thought of it is astounding.
This
is the happiest of holidays. Thank you for all the gifts this Mother's Day and everyday.
Love,
Mommy
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