Letters to my daughter
It’s been about two weeks since I brought your brother home from the hospital. It has been a long two weeks for you and me. First, you were so sad and scarred to see me in that hospital bed, nurses constantly coming in and out to check on me. You cried to daddy, who reassured you that I was just fine. You never did completely understand. I guess it’s because you are only four years old. It wasn’t until the day daddy and you came to pick us up, that you finally seemed content.
Then there was the transition between you being the center of our world to there being another child, a baby. No more were you an only child. That wasn’t just tough on you sweetheart it was tough on your father and me as well. I hated the idea that you thought we didn’t love you anymore. I remember I was doing your hair and I talked to you about how much I loved you and will always love you. I told you my heart was big enough to love you and your brother. You started crying and I tried not to. I love you so much Zoey. I don’t ever want you to feel otherwise.
So now it’s been two weeks and you’re adjusting just fine. You show him so much love and attention. You’re always and I mean always hugging and kissing him. I couldn’t ask for you to be any better. Such a good big sister; I call you my binky lady because every time he cries, you run for that binky to soothe him. It’s so adorable the way he just smiles at you. My wish would be that you kids stay close and are always there for one another.
I love you my Zoey,
A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.