Two Months
- Valorie
- May 25, 2019
- 2 min read
Dear Shia,
You're nearly busting out of your 3 month clothes,but you still wear size 1 diapers. What a chunky hunky boy you are! You are nursing every 3 hours and although I'm relieved we have a pretty reliable schedule in place, I can't help but feel the newborn phase is coming to a close. I actually think I need you to still sleep by my bedside more than you need to. You're growing up so fast and with the way our lives are going right now I'm so afraid I'm going to miss something.
I don't want to forget a thing. I don't ever want to forget how your hair smells or your monkey sounds. I never want to forget how you watch me when your nurse or act like you're talking to me. Being your mom has brought me so much...hope. Hope that we can be a stable family with a stable income and a stable future. No matter what happens, you will never be alone. Any harsh blows that we may face, we face together.
Your brother, Ronin will never leave your side. He loves you to the point of annoying. Your relationship reminds me a lot of my own with my sister, Krissy. He is your best friend and even though he's only 2, I think you complete him. He might pat too hard, cuddle too tightly, or twist your arm while holding your hand, but seeing him love you like he does makes me feel like you have everything you will ever need.
One day you might ask why our family looks a little different than your friends' and I'll have to come up with an answer. With our circumstance and set backs, one might say we are pretty down on our luck. But nobody in the world has a brother like Ronin and no person on this planet loves you like I do, our family is one in a million. The way I see it, Shia, you're the luckiest little boy in the world.
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