Dear 18 Month Old Baby of Mine,
Look at you! Growing steadily and flourishing. I cannot believe it has been a whole year and a half since you came into my life to stir it all up into a wondrous existence.
Yesterday, I had the privilege of watching you play with my mother. You bring joy to us in ways that we could have never imagined possible.
Love does not even fully encompass the deep emotion that I feel for you as I watch you develop into your own being.
I cannot help but stare at you as you sleep. You look so at peace and comforted as you breathe steadily on my lap.
Your rising and falling chest speak to the miracle of presence in this world.
I never imagined that I would become a mother, some day, but, alas, here you are.
Every day you challenge me and force me into becoming a stronger and happier human being.
Today, we danced in the living room as I tried to teach you how to jump. I held you in my arms and jumped with you as you cackled in laughter.
You remind me of the simple pleasures of life – to enjoy being in the present moment.
For many years, September 25 was a difficult day for me as it is the anniversary of my father’s death, but you have given it new meaning. On this day, I can now celebrate another month of your life.
You have changed many aspects of my life and have brought me back to center.
I feel so lucky to be able to watch you grow, sing, dance, and play.
My favorite part of today was when you and I sat together on the living room floor and you were babbling a story to me. I could make out a word here and there. I continued to ask you follow up questions and you would begin to laugh. I think you were telling me a joke or just celebrating life.
Then, we took out a piece of paper and you began to scribble on it. You handed the pencil to me, and I wrote our names. I asked you what was in the picture and you babbled to me, once again. There was a ball, a banana, and daddy.
After we talked about the picture, you began to dance again, so I joined you. We hopped. Twirled. Stomped our feet in jubilation.
Your hair is growing in, now, and curls that speak of your Afro-Caribbean ancestry have begun to form.
I cannot help but wonder what you will look like as a young woman.
But, there is no rush to be a big girl.
Day by Day, Week by Week, Month by Month, Year by Year – I feel blessed to be here to watch you blossom.
Amazed Every Day,
Mami Loves You
About this Series:
In honor of Latino Heritage Month, I will write 30 letters for 30 days to my beautiful daughter. This series is entitled, Mami Loves You. In these letters, I will tell her about the world around her, and reflect on her development.
Each Tuesday and Thursday, I will honor a Latina woman that I believe is a great role model for my daughter to admire. Through these letters, I pay homage to my role as a mother, and I will teach my daughter about one of the cultures that has birthed her.
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