I know you're too young to understand some of what I'm about to say,
so I'll write here for now.
I love you, sweet girl.
Even when you're disobedient, I love you.
(I love how you wear your sunglasses on your head!)
When I say,
"If you throw your sandwich on the floor,
you will go to your crib for a nap.",
I mean it.
You are now in your crib napping...
without having eaten your sandwich.
It's my job as your parent to follow through with what I tell you.
You can trust me.
You can count of me.
I know it's not always fun being my kid.
Remember that one time we spent almost 3 hours for you to pick up 6 Cheerios?
Well ever since then you've been a cleaning champ!
You happily clean up your toys every-single-time I ask.
Thank you for that!
Remember last week when I waited 2 hours for you to take off your wet undies?
Not only are you consistently going potty again,
you're going all by yourself!
You're becoming so independent!
I'm pretty sure those 14 years of working with preschoolers
(yes, since I was a junior in high school.)
have prepared me for you, my most important job. :)
("Look, Mama! I makin' a mess!)
I am invested in you, Sweet Pea.
It's more important for me to teach you
to do the right thing,
to be a good listener,
to be kind,
to be honest...
than for us to avoid conflict,
to take the easy road,
to be permissive,
to be uninvolved.
(Me: "Alice, what are you doing?"
Alice: "I dwinkin' d'water like Jack.")
I have made mistakes,
and I know there are many more to be made,
but I'm really, really trying to be a good mama for you...
and for the other children we will care for.
I love you, my sweet child.
(Photos are from what we've been up to during Chickenpox Lockdown 2012.)