My sweet Munch,
I cannot believe that you’ll be five years old. It seems like just yesterday that you were placed into my arms. Your daddy and I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
You are such an observer of the world, and you remember everything. I hope that you can write all these wonderful memories as you start writing and reading. I am continuously amazed by all the details you remember.
You are so much like your mama, my sweet girl. You are a night owl. You do not want to go to sleep at night in case you might miss something. You love to learn. I hope that you will be a lifelong learner.
You feel things deeply. Your sensitive nature is what worries me the most. I fear that you will think that you did something wrong when I was sick after Skeeter was born. I cried a lot, and I yelled a lot. I regret that I did not get the help I needed right away. I regret that you were the brunt of my impatience and irritability along with your daddy. I want you to know how much I love you just as you are. I feel like you took on the responsibility for acting silly or goofy to get my attention and help me snap out of my depression. It does not work that way. You are not to blame for mommy being sad or mad. Please know this. I loved you through all of that even when I did not act lovingly towards you.
I love you so much, my sweet girl. You do not need to make me happy. My life is so much richer with you in it. I am so proud of you and the girl you are becoming. You are kind and tolerant. Please do not ever lose your compassion for others. That is my favorite quality of yours. You inspire me daily to be the mom you need me to be.