Dear Tiny Conqueror,
You’re fussy tonight. You have a diaper rash, a new tooth, and your sister woke you up. Of course, she settled back down quickly but you’re my finicky sleeper. My dinner is getting cold on the stove as I hold you and settle you down.
It’s easy to forget that you and I once shared a body. That you spent the first 7 months of your existence with your sister and I right there beside you. It must get scary and lonely for you sleeping in your crib without her next to you. I remind myself as my stomach growls and you nuzzle into my shoulder that even at my age sometimes I just want my Mommy too.
You smile and fart before relaxing deeper into sleep. I stifle a laugh. The dog looks offended. You are your father’s child. I see myself in you too though. In the slenderness of your fingers and your long second toe. The way you furrow your brow when you’re mad and the side eye you give me when you are obviously over whatever it is that I’m doing.
I’m tired and hungry but holding you like this is nice after a long day. I guess I needed you too. You’re out like a light and I should put you in bed but a minute more won’t hurt us. I’ll just hold you here a little longer so I maybe I won’t forget this when you get older.
I love you my little Moo.