Thursday, July 22, 2010

It's My Birthday

Dear Sweet Henry,

I love you. I really, really love you. And, I love being your mom.

It's my birthday today, and I loved spending it with you. I love that you are my new constant companion. I love that you run errands with me and go with me to get coffee and snuggle up on the sofa with me. I love trying to eat with you on my lap. I love swaddling you up to go to bed.

I love the sweet, precious moments with you. When you smile up at me when you're nursing. When you wake up from a nap happy and babbling to yourself. When you snuggle up against my neck.

I love hearing you laugh. I love that you look around to find my face when someone else is holding you. I love that you save your best smiles for your dad and I.

I love seeing you grow. I love how much you like your bouncy gym. I love how you stare at the dog and try to grab her ears whenever she gets close. I love how you have discovered the sound of your own voice, and the squeals and screeches that make you so happy.

I love your sweet baby face! Your chubby cheeks and chubby thighs. Even your little fingers are so fat and chubby! I love your happy face and your hungry face and your I'm-about-to-cry-pouty-lower-lip face.

I even love the things that drive me bonkers. Like when you spit up all over yourself & myself JUST as we're trying to walk out the door. When you wake up ravenous in the middle of the night. When you blow out your diaper and there's not a changing table anywhere to be found in the known universe. When I'm trying to discreetly feed you in a public place and you jerk the nursing cover off when my attention lapses for the teeeeniest tiniest second, exposing your cute milky face and MY boob to the whole world. The way you seem to wake up from your nap the instant that I sit down to eat.

It's easy to love you when you are being sweet and precious. But how can I love the annoying moments? The moments when I question my sanity? The moments when I think I might actually scream out loud? Those awful stressful moments?

Well, I'l tell you.
Because in those moments, I know that I am your mommy.
Because in those moments, no one else will do.
It's not anyone else's job to wipe your bottom, or your face, or feed you, or hold you while you cry. It's my job.
And I will keep cleaning you up, and filling you up, and snuggling you up. Because I'm your mom.
I'm your mom and I will take care of you as long as you need me, as long as you will let me.
Because I love you. And, I love being your mom.

It's my birthday, kiddo. And you are my best present. By far.


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