Do you wonder who your mother is? Probably not. That's a pretty abstract thought, and you might be precocious but I doubt you're concerned with this. Anyway, I'm kind of fascinated. A year ago I'd have said I'm a student, a social activist, a friend, a wife, a hobbiest, and if I'd thought long on the topic, I might have come up with other things. To this I would now add the following:
- I am a spit rag. (My shirt is much more convenient when the fluids are coming fast).
- I am a chef. (The pediatrician discusses the many choices there are, even w/r/t infant formula feeding. The decisions are ours to make).
- I am a journalist. (I am still trying to record your life story for documentary purposes).
- I'm a night-watchperson. (I still check on you a lot before you go to sleep, which is still very late at night, but we're working on that).
- I'm a photographer. (I'm still trying to fill up a camera for my mother, and my mother just mailed us a new digital camera so that she can be sure to watch your growth via photos.
- I'm a percussionist. (I play your back in search of the elusive belch).
- I'm a laundress. (I wash LOTS of laundry; but your father washes more).
- I am a reporter. (I keep your grandparents abreast of developments; e.g., we saw the pediatrician today; he says you are physically strong, weight gain is on track, and that much to my surprise he thinks your eyes are going to be brown.)
- I'm a doting idiot. (I say stupid things in stupid voices). I won't apologize for that; I blame the fact that I'm so totally in love with you).
Your mom
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