Dear Enzo,
My favorite time of day is bath time.
You love your bath more than anything and I love to watch you enjoy yourself so thoroughly. We bought a blue bucket that fits you and your three small bath toys perfectly. You happily splash around, drinking and choking on the water, stopping occasionally to look at me to make sure I am still watching you. You spend most of your bath time trying to get your bath toys into your mouth, with limited success. You stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, sometimes getting yourself wedged into the tub sideways. Tonight you discovered the delightful sound the shower curtain makes when your crinkle it. But then you tried to put the curtain in your mouth, and despite working at it for several minutes you just couldn't succeed, and you finally got frustrated and bath time was over.
I think this is one of the most surprising things about motherhood, how fascinated I have become with everything that you are. I will read Peek a Who to you over and over because you love it. I will lay and the floor and watch you roll over for as long as you want because you are so clearly proud of yourself every time you do. I will rock and nurse you as long as it takes for you to fall asleep, because you sleep best when you fall asleep in my lap. Your life has become my life, and you are not even 6 months old! Imagine how it will be when you start loving soccer, or playing the guitar, or whatever talents and interests lie in that tiny head of yours. I used to be critical of mothers who allowed their kids' interests to take over their lives, but now I understand - its not that your interests have taken over my life, it is that you have taken over my life.
My favorite time of day is bath time. You love your bath more than anything and I love to watch you enjoy yourself so thoroughly. We bought a blue bucket that fits you and your three small bath toys perfectly. You happily splash around, drinking and choking on the water, stopping occasionally to look at me to make sure I am still watching you. You spend most of your bath time trying to get your bath toys into your mouth, with limited success. You stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, sometimes getting yourself wedged into the tub sideways. Tonight you discovered the delightful sound the shower curtain makes when your crinkle it. But then you tried to put the curtain in your mouth, and despite working at it for several minutes you just couldn't succeed, and you finally got frustrated and bath time was over.
I think this is one of the most surprising things about motherhood, how fascinated I have become with everything that you are. I will read Peek a Who to you over and over because you love it. I will lay and the floor and watch you roll over for as long as you want because you are so clearly proud of yourself every time you do. I will rock and nurse you as long as it takes for you to fall asleep, because you sleep best when you fall asleep in my lap. Your life has become my life, and you are not even 6 months old! Imagine how it will be when you start loving soccer, or playing the guitar, or whatever talents and interests lie in that tiny head of yours. I used to be critical of mothers who allowed their kids' interests to take over their lives, but now I understand - its not that your interests have taken over my life, it is that you have taken over my life.
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