From me.

 {11 months old}

Tonight, when you were trying to escape from the tub to run your little bum cheeks around the house, you took a little spill and got an owie on your head that broke your little heart. I wrapped you in your blankey and gave you your passey and patted your back and kissed your face until your little tears stopped coming down.

I helped make it all better.

That's one of the most supreme feelings in the world, I believe. To be the one to soothe. To be the one to soothe you.

I love you.

I told daddy later that holding you tonight reminded me of the very first time I comforted you. In the hospital, a few hours after you were born. It's the first time I really remember hearing you cry, and daddy couldn't get you to stop. With twenty stitches across my stomach, I pulled myself up and stood to get to you. I had to. I took and held you in my arms and in a few moments, you were quiet.

I think that day I realized the birth of a baby is also the birth of a mother.

That day, you and I were born.

Years ago, when you were just a sweet little thought in my heart, I remember hearing a song that I just knew would be your lullaby. Later, when were actually growing in my belly, I thought of the song often. And when you finally arrived, I sang it to you.

Be my baby. I'll look after you.


I look after you, my sweet little boy. I'm so glad I'm the one that gets to.