Mama

Dear Timothy,

As I write this, I can barely picture the future when you'll be old enough to read and understand the words that I write. But there's something neat about the thought that some day you might come across this blog and see the words I've written to you.

Who am I? I'm your mama. At this moment,you know who I am and you find comfort in me. You've started looking for me when you hear my voice, and you just stare right at me with your beautiful as-yet-undetermined-coloured eyes and an intensity that would definitely cause you to win any staring competition.

Question: do you even blink? You must do it when my back is turned...

What does it mean to be your mama? I don't think you quite know that yet. But it means you were inside of me for 9 months (I know, I know... EWWW!!), at which point you were definitively ripped from my loins (I got it covered: double EWWW!!), and I've been taking care of your every need ever since. That was almost 4 months ago, and you've pretty much doubled in weight since that time. I'll bet you'll be over 6 feet tall some day soon.

So why am I writing to you now? Or at all? That's a very good question. I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe it's a way to document some things about you. Kind of like a virtual (and very wordy!) baby book. Maybe it's a way to process thoughts and feelings I have as your mom right now so that you get to know me better when you're older. Or maybe it's a combination of both. Or something different altogether.

One thing you'll get to know about me is that I love to write. For various reasons, I haven't written a blog in almost 5 years, and your dad has been encouraging me to get back into it.

So here goes.

See you in the next letter!

Love,

Mama