Becoming Crunchy

I’ve been inspired by Zoie over at Touchstonez (who was inspired by SausageMama) to begin writing a monthly letter to my dear Baby Bean. If you blog and you’re interested in joining in, you can grab the badge here. (If you don’t blog, you could just…I don’t know…write it down? tee hee)

So here goes…

My dearest Baby Bean,

I love you so much it is ridiculous. I never understood such love before you came along.

You’ve made it easy for me, of course….ever since the very first morning you came along and smiled a real smile at me so brightly, I have loved the little person you are.

It’s so fun for me to watch you interact with this world…to discover how fascinating little hands and fingers are; to understand that a straw must be observed from every possible angle, multiple times…to see what a grand experiment is putting one hand on a soft blanket with the other on rough carpet.

You’ve always been a mover…ever since I felt that first kick when you were still in my belly and you rarely stopped (I remember having to wait an hour longer at the midwife’s office a few times when you got your heart rate up so high they were worried and had to give time to check it again…you just didn’t want to settle down!)

Your world has expanded greatly now, and you still want to explore all its boundaries. You were so very persistent in teaching yourself to roll over…your concentration and effort were so incredible to behold. I wanted so badly to help you, but I knew you would only be content when you could do it all by yourself.

With that same determination you taught yourself to crawl, and now all you want to do is zoom around the room.

It’s presented me with new challenges, too…I have to do things like allow you to pick up the dog toys and put them in your mouth. I need to let you laugh when Luther licks your face instead of grabbing you away from him. I need to let you rejoice in the momentous occasion of getting the chance to grab Sage’s tale, waiting for a minute before I pull the gobs of hair out from between your fingers.

You want and need to taste and see this world, and I need to find the balance between protecting you and allowing you to be free.

I trust you, though. You know what you want and need, and I can follow you where you want to go. And as your mommy, I know what you want and need, and I am always happy to give it to you.

I am constantly amazed at how intelligent you are.

When I sing to you, you already know the difference between songs and have your favorites…right now you even try to sing along with me when I sing you the kookaburra song, and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star always brings a big smile to your face. You could pretty much give or take the Itsy Bitsy Spider though.

You love it when I play This Little Piggy with your toes, and when I make funny sounds for you.

What impresses me most about you is how hard you try…when you want to do something you just don’t give up. You are strong and brave, and totally beautiful.

I’m so thankful to have you in my life, Bean. Your daddy and I are in constant amazement at how wonderful you are. It’s my hope and prayer that we will always do the best by you.

Thank you for being here with us, my dear…every moment with you is a treasure.

I love you!

Mommy

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