My Sweet Baby Girl,
Last night you were having trouble falling asleep, so as we often do, I sat down in the chair with you and laid you against my chest and we rocked until I finally felt your tiny body relax and give in to sleep. I could feel your warm, sweet breath against my skin and while I knew it was probably safe to get up and put you in your bed, I decided instead to keep rocking. We used to do this for hours when you were brand new to this world, but these days your adventurous and curious spirit leads you to squirm out of my arms and I long for these quiet, precious and fleeting moments with you.
You’re into everything these days, learning and discovering your world through touch and taste. Child safety locks are being installed on our cabinets, baby gates are going up, and glass candleholders on bookshelves are being replaced with blocks and puzzles. Last week, you put your hand on a hot pizza before we caught you and you burnt your tiny little hand. I cry over the blisters that formed on your hand as they are physical reminders that as much as I try, I will not always be able to protect you from harm.
Last week, we were at the grocery store, and as often happens, an employee came over to the cart to catch a glimpse of you. “She’s so cute!” she exclaimed, “What is she, about 5 months?” “No, she’s 9 months….” I responded. “Wow, she’s a teeny one, isn’t she?” she said. We get this a lot, sweet girl, and this is just the beginning. She’s not trying to insult you, but the world is filled with commentary and you’re always going to be “too” something. “Too small” “Too short” “Too shy” “Too ambitious.” Because you’re a girl, people’s go-to responses to you are almost always going to be about your appearance. At this age, they’re going to comment on your wispy blonde hair and how darling your clothes are (which they are), but it won’t be long before people will start talking about your height or your weight or the brand of clothing you choose to wear. I fear for the day you come home from school in tears because of something someone said to you about your thighs. I wish I could put safety locks on mean middle school girls, but I know that I cannot protect you from everything. What I can do is set an example for you starting now of how to love and respect yourself in the hopes that maybe you’ll be resilient when insults come your way. I promise that you will never hear me complain about my body. You will never hear the words, “If I could only lose 10 pounds” or “My diet starts today” come out of my mouth. I mean that. I will do my absolute best to teach you how to love food. I’ll teach you how to make a killer stir fry. But I’ll also teach you how to bake your grandmother’s carrot cake. We will ride bikes, spend hours at the park, and go on adventures. But we will also have family movie marathons that feature sweatpants and butter popcorn. I’ll teach you how to walk in high heels and how to hold your head high, even if you’re 3 inches taller than your date. I will do my absolute best to make sure you are reminded everyday of how funny, smart, and kind you are. I cannot protect you from all the harm in this world, and I promise that you’ll face things in this world that will try to break you. But your daddy and I will do our best to make our home a haven and to set an example for you of what it means to love yourself, love others and see the beautiful person God created you to be.
You spent 40 weeks and 3 days tucked safe inside of me and today marks 40 weeks and 3 days since you’ve been Earthside. I spent my entire pregnancy willing the time to pass quickly, anticipating your arrival and dreaming of who you would be. It is such a privilege to be your mama and to be entrusted with helping you to grow and learn, but I’m not going to lie, sweet girl, there are lots of moments where I long for the days when you were still inside of me, perfectly hidden and safe. I can’t promise that there won’t be people and things that try to harm you or break your spirit. What I can promise is to always provide a safe place to land and to love you through this beautiful life. Because it is beautiful, sweet one, and so are you.
I love you,
Mama