Love Letter To My Sweet Sweet Baby
I saw a post by Angie Klaus, titled, “Letters to our children.” I love that she dedicated an entire post to just talking to her children. It inspired me to write a love letter to my sweet sweet baby. I don’t like to use my daughter’s name online, but I will give you some of the nicknames I call her. I usually call her baby, but I also sometimes call her my sweet, sweet baby. This post is for you, my sweet, sweet baby.
First, I want to tell you that I love you SO much! With that said, I admit that I can be cross with you at times and sometimes have little patience. However, you can’t even imagine the wonderful thoughts of thankfulness I have when I think of you. You are my life. You’re a living testament that prayers do get answered and dreams do come true. You’re my sweet little girl who’s growing into a big girl far too quickly. My heart was just not quite full until you came into my life. I say it a lot and I’ll continue to say it. No matter what you do or how old you get, you’ll always be my sweet, sweet baby. Even when you get married and have your own children, you’ll always be my baby. I love you baby. I really love you.
You’re kind, smart and strong. You can do anything you put your mind to do. You just need to have more faith in your abilities. I have faith in you–even when you don’t have faith in yourself. Be ambitious. Be brave. You’ve got this.
I worry for you. Part of it is because I’m a worrier. However, part of it is because I want the best for you. I want to shield you from the pain and disappointments that will come your way. However, I do know that these things are a normal part of life. We recently hosted your very first birthday party. I was so worried there wouldn’t be enough kids there and that you’d be disappointed. I worried that the kids who came would play with each other, instead of you. Thankfully, it turned out perfectly. Everyone had fun. My heart was relieved.
Many times I don’t show enough empathy. I play the role of tough mother pretty well. Part of me thinks it will help you to be a better person, since I try not to be a helicopter parent. However, I realize that I also need to be softer with you at times. This whole growing up thing can be hard. I understand because I was once in your shoes.
I don’t always listen. I’m sorry for that. I’ll try harder. I know that I could do a much better job at being your mommy. But I’m trying to do my best. Really, I am. I know we chose to be with each other in this life. Thus, you’re the best child I could have ever asked or hoped for and I hope you think the same of me as your mother. I love you dearly. I cherish you.
There may come a day where there are dark clouds between us. I have a feeling that as you grow older and become more independent that we’ll be butting heads from time to time. I just hope and pray that we’ll be able to weather each storm, ending up closer than ever. My heart would break if we weren’t close when you become an adult.
I write this as you’re sleeping upstairs, safe and sound. My hope and prayer is that I’ll be able to keep you safe and happy and to also give you the tools you need to figure out this thing we call life. Take care, baby, and sweet dreams. I will see you in the morning. 🙂