Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Letter 20
My dearest Peapod,
Rather than calling you my "peapod," I realize in your maturity I should rename you, "sprout." No longer are you this tiny pea to be carted from place to place. No longer are you the dependent baby, always in need of your parents gentle hands and kind encouragement. Indeed, you no longer need encouragement AT ALL. Not only are you crawling (everywhere might I add), but you are pulling up on every piece of furniture as if it is a lifeline to the next chapter of your life. Sweetly, you believe you must taste everything, furniture included. So, you quickly open your mouth, place it against the furniture item, and once in place, you lock your hands at the top and pull with all of your might. One wobbly knee is pulled into the standing position until you stand, erect, and begin to clap because you know what a sprout you have become. Yet, the overconfidence in your ability to stand firm gets you every time as you quickly fall to the ground below. But have no fear, once the shockwave of fear passes, you begin the ascent just as quick.
I watched you chase Sammy around the coffee table last night--poor puppy didn't know what to think about the baby quick on his tail. The days of the peapod are over--welcome home Sprout!
I love you my darling veggie!
Mommy
Rather than calling you my "peapod," I realize in your maturity I should rename you, "sprout." No longer are you this tiny pea to be carted from place to place. No longer are you the dependent baby, always in need of your parents gentle hands and kind encouragement. Indeed, you no longer need encouragement AT ALL. Not only are you crawling (everywhere might I add), but you are pulling up on every piece of furniture as if it is a lifeline to the next chapter of your life. Sweetly, you believe you must taste everything, furniture included. So, you quickly open your mouth, place it against the furniture item, and once in place, you lock your hands at the top and pull with all of your might. One wobbly knee is pulled into the standing position until you stand, erect, and begin to clap because you know what a sprout you have become. Yet, the overconfidence in your ability to stand firm gets you every time as you quickly fall to the ground below. But have no fear, once the shockwave of fear passes, you begin the ascent just as quick.
I watched you chase Sammy around the coffee table last night--poor puppy didn't know what to think about the baby quick on his tail. The days of the peapod are over--welcome home Sprout!
I love you my darling veggie!
Mommy
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