Sunday, January 16, 2011

The 5:00 am Morning Call

Sweet Mason,

Did I mention how much I adore you? You're my little blue.  Littlest.  Sweet nugget.  You are an adventurer.  You are confident. You have that smile.  Dimples.  Curly hair.  If you ever have a sister you better hope she has that hair too, or there will be issues for sure.

You are in a stage of transition.  You're not my little baby any more.  I've LOVED nursing you.  Nursing you has been beautiful, meaningful, and easy (bless God). You are a joy of rest in the midst of a busy day.  You made me laugh when you sneezed milk out your nose.  You've been adaptable at taking bottles of pumped milk while I've worked out of our home a little bit. You've not been a biter or gone on nursing strikes.  You're so sweet and snuggly...

One of these days in the near future you're going to wean.  I can tell it's coming.  As we're about to lose that special bond, I wanted to just take a moment to remember how much I love being your Mama.  I'm not going to mourn the seasons as they change, because I know that with a new season comes new adventures and new special moments.  I know that you have to grow and develop and fulfill your destiny.  I'm so proud of you.

In this last little bit before you wean, I love scurrying through the dark quiet house, and finding you sitting with Panda Pete and crazy hair - bright eyed and waiting for your mama.  I love pulling you out of your crib.  I love how you bury your soft face deep into my neck as we walk into the living room and its awaiting soft couch and boppy.  I love how you easily fall back to sleep and how I doze until I finally decide to lay you back down.  I treasure your internal 5:00 am morning call.  I love our quiet times together.

I love you my sweet Blue.

Mama

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