Tuesday, October 18, 2011
The Sprout Grows into Mommy's clothes!
Letter 21
My dearest Sprout,
I must stop reading blog posts of my friends as their words and stories fill me with a void I can only fill when you are safely tucked in my arms. And alas, as a working mommy, I can't call out to you during working hours and see you stumble into my arms. Instead, I live though text messages, videos, and pictures that your sitter so graciously sends to me. I long to be teaching you God's world through crafts, books, and song. But, it's during these lonely times when I must remind myself of the times we do share together. You are walking now and becoming more brave with each step. The Lord has blessed me with such a loving child. I marvel at you as you stretch your arms out to loved ones so that they, too, can experience the miracle of you close to their beating hearts. There is no greater sound than hearing you call for your Mama. That's ME--I'm your Mama.
Tasked with the responsibility of cleaning out your drawers to pack the small clothes and replace them with larger items, I cried. How is it that my Peapod sprouted so quickly? Through my blubbering sobs, your Daddy reminded me of the blessing that comes with your growth--it means you are healthy. We prayed nightly that the Lord would richly bless us with a healthy baby. On December 8, He did. He gave you to us to raise and watch grow in hopes that we would teach you about His merciful love and grace--and my Maddie Grace, we aim to do just that. So, continue to grow my sweet Sprout. I love you at all times, not just when we are together. Your next lesson from your Mama is coming soon.
I love you my growing sprout,
Mommy
I must stop reading blog posts of my friends as their words and stories fill me with a void I can only fill when you are safely tucked in my arms. And alas, as a working mommy, I can't call out to you during working hours and see you stumble into my arms. Instead, I live though text messages, videos, and pictures that your sitter so graciously sends to me. I long to be teaching you God's world through crafts, books, and song. But, it's during these lonely times when I must remind myself of the times we do share together. You are walking now and becoming more brave with each step. The Lord has blessed me with such a loving child. I marvel at you as you stretch your arms out to loved ones so that they, too, can experience the miracle of you close to their beating hearts. There is no greater sound than hearing you call for your Mama. That's ME--I'm your Mama.
Tasked with the responsibility of cleaning out your drawers to pack the small clothes and replace them with larger items, I cried. How is it that my Peapod sprouted so quickly? Through my blubbering sobs, your Daddy reminded me of the blessing that comes with your growth--it means you are healthy. We prayed nightly that the Lord would richly bless us with a healthy baby. On December 8, He did. He gave you to us to raise and watch grow in hopes that we would teach you about His merciful love and grace--and my Maddie Grace, we aim to do just that. So, continue to grow my sweet Sprout. I love you at all times, not just when we are together. Your next lesson from your Mama is coming soon.
I love you my growing sprout,
Mommy
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
Friday, July 22, 2011
Letter 19
My dearest peapod,
How do you melt my heart? Let me count the ways:
1. Your belly laugh warms my soul.
2. Your independence reminds me you truly are a woman after my own heart.
3. Your arms reaching for me as if to say you are mine capture my breath.
4. Your grey eyes, already so full of wisdom and love, mirror my own.
5. Your cry weakens my resolve to give you space.
6. Your soft locks tickle your cute ears so that you pull at them.
7. Your babble makes me think of the conversations we will have in the future.
I could go on and on, but all that really matters is that I love you my sweet baby. I love you, your father loves you, your family loves you. May you continue to grow with the knowledge of our love tucked safely in your heart. You are ours like we are yours.
I love you my sweet baby woman,
Mommy
How do you melt my heart? Let me count the ways:
1. Your belly laugh warms my soul.
2. Your independence reminds me you truly are a woman after my own heart.
3. Your arms reaching for me as if to say you are mine capture my breath.
4. Your grey eyes, already so full of wisdom and love, mirror my own.
5. Your cry weakens my resolve to give you space.
6. Your soft locks tickle your cute ears so that you pull at them.
7. Your babble makes me think of the conversations we will have in the future.
I could go on and on, but all that really matters is that I love you my sweet baby. I love you, your father loves you, your family loves you. May you continue to grow with the knowledge of our love tucked safely in your heart. You are ours like we are yours.
I love you my sweet baby woman,
Friday, June 24, 2011
Letter 18
Dearest Peapod,
The amazement continues. Now mobile, you roll from one side of your playmat to the other as if it doesn't phase you. Lucky enough, Ms. Barbara caught it on video so I could watch from the coldness of my office as your journey in life continues. Your father and I now call you the secret roller--you wait until neither of us is paying attention, then you quickly roll away and begin to whine, as if to say, "Hey! Look at what I just did and you're not paying attention!" Yet, I know it won't be long and you won't have to whine--you'll be tapping me on the ankle because you've crawled to me. I have to admit, though, it may not be me you crawl to since lately, you can't bear the idea of leaving your proud Daddy's arms. For Father's Day last weekend, you gifted him with books for the two of you to become engrossed in and shoes so he could keep up with you. Yesterday, as we watched you play in your jumper, tears of overwhelming joy sprang to your Daddy's eyes. Never to be the sentimental one, your Daddy quickly brushed them away. But, as the bond between father and daughter grows, I am reminded of my own father. It's no secret my father is one of few words, and because of that, I feel like there is always so much I want to say that goes unsaid. So, to celebrate my own father on Father's Day, I hid a card in his driver bag that said everything in my heart so there was never a question as to how I loved my Daddy. He may not be able to tell me how he feels, either in verbally or in a letter, but I can rest easily knowing he knows how I feel. The bond between Daddy and his Little Girl is so incredibly special, and I am so grateful to have experienced it with my Dad, and now I get to watch this remarkable bond between my Peapod and her Daddy. I'm so richly blessed!
I love you my Daddy's Girl,
Mommy
The amazement continues. Now mobile, you roll from one side of your playmat to the other as if it doesn't phase you. Lucky enough, Ms. Barbara caught it on video so I could watch from the coldness of my office as your journey in life continues. Your father and I now call you the secret roller--you wait until neither of us is paying attention, then you quickly roll away and begin to whine, as if to say, "Hey! Look at what I just did and you're not paying attention!" Yet, I know it won't be long and you won't have to whine--you'll be tapping me on the ankle because you've crawled to me. I have to admit, though, it may not be me you crawl to since lately, you can't bear the idea of leaving your proud Daddy's arms. For Father's Day last weekend, you gifted him with books for the two of you to become engrossed in and shoes so he could keep up with you. Yesterday, as we watched you play in your jumper, tears of overwhelming joy sprang to your Daddy's eyes. Never to be the sentimental one, your Daddy quickly brushed them away. But, as the bond between father and daughter grows, I am reminded of my own father. It's no secret my father is one of few words, and because of that, I feel like there is always so much I want to say that goes unsaid. So, to celebrate my own father on Father's Day, I hid a card in his driver bag that said everything in my heart so there was never a question as to how I loved my Daddy. He may not be able to tell me how he feels, either in verbally or in a letter, but I can rest easily knowing he knows how I feel. The bond between Daddy and his Little Girl is so incredibly special, and I am so grateful to have experienced it with my Dad, and now I get to watch this remarkable bond between my Peapod and her Daddy. I'm so richly blessed!
I love you my Daddy's Girl,
Mommy
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Letter 17
My dearest Peapod,
After 6 months of blessed time with you, I am still in awe of you. I am mesmerized by your facial expressions, I catch my breath to hear your chatter, I laugh with you while you splash in the tub, and I am so amazed at your independence already in this life. You refuse to smile when I ask, you've begun to "help" clean yourself when I change your diapers, and you love to regurgitate your entire meal on me at the most awkward of moments. But, you my darling daughter, are the light of my every day. You fill my soul with so much love and thanks for the blessing you are to our family. To reflect on my life, it's hard to imagine a time without you in it. I waited for almost 27 years for your arrival. I waited anxiously for your arrival, rubbing my swollen belly and imagining the times we would share together. You arrived a midst of joy and tears, and the joy continues to expand as my thankful tears continue to flow. You are the best part of me. Happy 6 month birthday to you my laughing partner!
Love you,
Mommy
After 6 months of blessed time with you, I am still in awe of you. I am mesmerized by your facial expressions, I catch my breath to hear your chatter, I laugh with you while you splash in the tub, and I am so amazed at your independence already in this life. You refuse to smile when I ask, you've begun to "help" clean yourself when I change your diapers, and you love to regurgitate your entire meal on me at the most awkward of moments. But, you my darling daughter, are the light of my every day. You fill my soul with so much love and thanks for the blessing you are to our family. To reflect on my life, it's hard to imagine a time without you in it. I waited for almost 27 years for your arrival. I waited anxiously for your arrival, rubbing my swollen belly and imagining the times we would share together. You arrived a midst of joy and tears, and the joy continues to expand as my thankful tears continue to flow. You are the best part of me. Happy 6 month birthday to you my laughing partner!
Love you,
Mommy
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