Letters to Our Daughters. This project is one that I hold dear to my heart. It’s a project I do not only for myself but for my girls. The ones who will hopefully be reading (and want to read) this when they are older, or if they are lucky, mothers themselves. I hope the words that I share with them today will always bring them back to a place of unconditional love, especially during times of need.
January is for Janie.
You are 26 months old. I remember writing a letter to you on your second birthday, reliving moments of your first two years and crying through it all. It’s my way of letting go of your infancy. Now two months into true toddlerhood, you are everything a toddler and then some. “No” is here to stay. You want to keep up (and do) with the preschoolers. You went from eating everything and out-eating your sister to maybe finishing one meal a day, one food group or two at best. You don’t follow directions anymore. Your sweet tone that used to say, “Okay mommy” with a smile, now says “No, I don’t want to” and stomps off. One would think that with the amount you say “No”, you would receive it well. It usually ends up with you sprawled on the floor, kicking your feet, and not just crying, but screeching in your best rendition of a pterodactyl to show your discontent. If you ask anyone around this home, they’ll agree that Toddlerhood has arrived in full force. These last two weeks were like language development on crack. Your sentences are now 5 words or more. You make comments on what you observe in the world around, you know all your favourite songs in entirety and sing them repeatedly. Your pronunciation just got a heck of a lot clearer. Maybe being around a 3, 4, and 5 year old for two weeks gave it a boost ;). You love to dance, and twirling around in your Aurora dress makes you so happy. After a twirl, you’d bow, and say in the cutest little royal voice, “Thank you, thank you so much!”. As much as we want to cringe at another one of our girls being Princess-y, it makes us smile when we catch you in those moments. You love Sofia the First, Stella & Sam, and because your sister is all about Doc McStuffins, you follow suit. Your favourite books are Julia Donaldson’s collection but the oldies are still goodies: Baby Beluga, Goodnight Moon, You’re not my Fairy, Brown Bear, and Sometimes I like to curl up in a ball.
I would be lying if I say I don’t have a soft spot for you. I am just a little more lenient with you than I was with your sister. Maybe the slack comes from the idea that “you are my last baby” is so hard to let go. So you get away with A LOT. Well, for now :). Here’s a good example. We’ve always made it a rule that we don’t co-sleep with our children once they are old enough to sleep in their own crib and not nursing through the night. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing; in fact, I support families who do it. I’m saying I’m a grouchy person if I don’t get my rest. But here’s the caveat. Vacation days are the best for me because I get a FREE pass to sleep with you. I don’t even think I embraced the idea of your sister in the same bed for fear it’ll ruin her sleep patterns (aaah, first-time parent syndrome). You are a cuddler and you love to snuggle up through the night. You’d wake up and call for me and I’d say, “I’m right here baby” and you’d fall back asleep. Right before you close your eyes, you like to poke at my face, touch my nose and best of all, wrap your arms around my neck, pull me close, kiss me on the lips and say, “I love you, Mommy”. And all the “No’s” and sassiness and annoying toddlerdoms just fall away. I could be here to receive your kisses and hugs for as long as you wish. The extra minutes of sleep can wait. I’ll always be right here for you my baby. And I love you too, so very much.
Next up in the circle is my talented friend Vironica, and her very adorable little E. Please click through until you return here because there’s so much heart to be shared!