My little Skeeter,
I cannot believe that you will be two years old already! You are not a baby anymore. You are an inquisitive, bright toddler who loves to try new things. You love to point out all the things you see in the world around you. I hope that you do not lose that sense of wonder.
I regret that I struggled for such a long time after you were born, my sweet girl. Mama was sick, sad and angry until I found the help that I needed. It was not your fault, and it was not my fault. Never blame yourself. You were very much wanted and loved. I just struggled trying to figure out who you were and how I was going to adjust to being a mom of two.
You are so very different from your big sister, but you are so much alike. You love to test your limits and boundaries. You have to climb all the surfaces. Currently your favorite spot in the house is the bathroom sink and counter. If I cannot hear you, then I know you are there. You love to sing and dance. You give the greatest hugs. You repeat everything Daddy, Munch or I say even when you know it is something you should not say. Let’s not tell your teachers where you learned “Dammit”, okay?
Thank you for bringing me back to myself and forcing me to stop and smell the roses. I love you so much, and your love and our connection helped me heal. Nursing you was the greatest gift I could ever give myself and you. It was the one thing that I clung to while I was so sick. That connection helped me cement my bond with you. I admire your persistence and your assertiveness. You will always be my baby even though you are now a little girl.