I can distinctly remember when Owen was born thinking, "whoa, I can't believe my parents loved me this much!" When he was born, I felt an all encompassing love and concern for another person that was completely unique.
Chad and I are both talkers. We talk on walks, by the pool, laying in bed (but not sharing blankets--Chaddy has his special bunky) and quite often we talk about our babies. Chad is the only other person on the planet that cares for them as much as I do. I love that. We share our frustrations about them, laugh at the ridiculous things they do, plan how to get them to do one thing or another. We worry and hope, but are excited for all of their futures. Blood, sweat and tears baby.
You don't appreciate or even know how much your parents freaking love you when you're being raised. We love you so much that an hour rarely passes where one of us isn't actively doing something to build up you and your future. And worry, oh baby . . . fughedaboutet! Someone should give you a heads up about how much you'll worry. Can you worry about another human being ten-hours-per-day, on average? Yes. Perfect, welcome to parenthood. Worries:
- Will you ever be potty trained?
- Will you ever eat by your mouth and stop tube feeding?
- What is that red mark on your cheek--is it cancer?
- How can I get you to stop teasing your brother (OWEN!);
- Will you have good friends?
- Will you have any friends?
- Who will care for you when daddy and I are gone?
- What after-school program is best for you?
- Should I request a certain teacher for you?
- How can I teach you to be more forgiving?
- Will you know how to work hard?
- Will you ever be able to read?
- Can you read on grade level?
- Can you read above grade level?
- Will you read porn?
So you see dear babies, you are always at the forefront of both of our minds. We just love you desperately and want the best for you. We see so many of your strengths and weaknesses and want to do absolutely everything within our power (unless we need to let you struggle on your own to figure out hard things--see?!? IT'S COMPLICATED) to help you become the very best babies you can be.
Ei ya yai. Know this my babies, you have two people who couldn't be more in your corner if they tried. Baby--we own that corner.
Always remember--mama loves you. (Dad couldn't be reached for comment on this at the time of publication.)
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