Dear Bee,
A good friend of mine told me once that the first six weeks of baby-rearing is the hardest (I’m hoping she’s right, because wowza, this has been a wild ride!). You hit the six week mark this past Tuesday, and although I can’t say you haven’t had some pretty intense fussy sessions since then, I think we’re growing into a nice little groove here in the Loechner house.
You’ve been smiling more than ever, and I can’t even explain to you how infectious your sweet smile is. Your happy moments are very happy indeed, filled with kicks and snorts and massive toothless grins. And your not-so-happy moments? Well, they’re not our finest hour, little Bee. You cry, then I cry. Then you cry because I’m crying and I cry because you’re crying and then your father steps in and saves us both. It’s a pretty crazy cycle, but then again, we’re pretty crazy girls, aren’t we?
And that’s sometimes the hardest part of being your mom, Bee. I want so badly to take away your tears. Even though I know your cries are just your way of expressing yourself right now, I can’t help but think of the days that your cries will become more – crying over hurt feelings, skinned knees, broken hearts. I can’t bear to picture those tears, sweet girl, but I know they’ll come.
And when they do, know that I’ll react the same way I do now – by crying with you. Because your hurts are my hurts now, just like your smiles are my smiles. I can’t wait to share them forever, Bee.
XO,
Mama