“You may not love it, mama, but I do.
I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror, Mama.
I hear you complain to daddy that you have ‘huge bags’ under your eyes. I don’t really know what that means but I assume it’s because you are tired. You were up with me again all last night. I really love the way you cuddle me in the middle of the night while the rest of the world is quiet. You make me feel so safe. You may not love the sleepless nights, Mama, but I do.
I hear the way you talk about your tummy.
I did not see it ‘before’ like you keep referring to. You say it is yucky and unappealing. That tummy carried me, Mama. It was so comfortable and so cozy. I love the way you hold me against it now. It’s so soft and it feels like home to me. You may not love it, Mama, but I do.
I hear you say you feel lonely.
You tell daddy you’re so excited when he gets home so you can have someone to talk to. You can talk to me, Mama. I love hearing your voice. It’s so soothing and comforting. It makes me feel so relaxed. One of my favorite parts of the day is when you sing to me or tell me stories. I could spend every minute of every day with you. You are my favorite. You may not like the isolation, Mama, but I do.