These letters are getting harder to write.
Not because life with you is any less special. It's amazing watching you grow and change. You're sitting up now. You're playing and interacting. You listen to your books and respond to your name. You cut your first tooth. You reach for us. You recognize us. You eat real food. You laugh and smile on cue. It's unreal how entertaining and truly sweet you are.
I struggle to write these letters now because it's just all feeling so "normal." I am less a bundle of emotion and feelings and words and so much more my regular self. This, my girl, is a very (very) good thing.
I was recently talking to someone about the "transition" into motherhood. We joked that there is no transition. One day you are You and the next day you are Mom. It's quick. It's painful. It's overwhelming. It's powerful. The instant transition cannot be prepared for or practiced. There is no trial or warm-up. There is no "just kidding" or take-backs. You have one option and it's to go all in.
Seven months and three days ago, I became your Mama. I have spent every day since then loving you, learning and transitioning. If we are very lucky, this will be a never-ending journey for us both.
I am so honored to share in this adventure with you.
yours forever, Mama.