Special Report – Momma Time!

It’s me and you, babe. It’s we and us, no longer me and I. My life has become our life. Everything I used to do now takes you into consideration. You are my entertainment, my responsiblity, my companion, my comfort, my present, my future. You are the bulk of my time and energy, the focus of the majority of my thoughts and emotions.

I’m your Momma. I get you up in the morning, give you baths, pick out your clothes, decide what and when to feed you, when you sleep, and plan your day. I keep track of what you can eat without fear of allergic reaction and what is still an unknown.  I cook your food and note your likes and dislikes. I do your laundry and organizes your abundant wardrobe.

I do the research, read the books, and study up on what to expect so that we’ll be ready for your next developmental milestone.

I keep track of all those developmental milestones and record them, and I take ridiculous numbers of pictures of your adorable little face so that we never ever forget. I figure out your sleep schedule, your feeding schedule, your vaccination schedule.

I will always be here for you, to guide, to teach, to support, to listen, to laugh, to comfort. Your Daddy and I both. We share most of the joys and responsibilities of raising you. But, just like some things are special between you and Daddy, some things are reserved just for you and me. I’m the other half of the team, the other pair of arms.

And when I talk about how I do all these things for you, what I mean is that I *get* to do them. I am grateful every day that I get to do this job, that I get to stay home with you and do laundry, feed you, bathe you, play with you, clean, cook, be a home-maker, figure you out. I have the best job in the world. I will never forget these days. I cherish them.  I love – I adore – you, Adela Lane. I’m so glad I get to be your Momma.