My husband pointed out to me that I manage to mention my baby girl in every blog I post. It doesn’t matter if the topic is the devil in America or lucid dreaming, if I’m finding my relation to any topic I am finding hers as well. She’s my favorite part of me, the part I cherish most and if I have thoughts on any topic my foremost concern is, “how does this affect my little stinker?” I suppose this can become tiresome for you as a reader. I’m guessing most mommy’s do this but perhaps I’m a bit overzealous when it comes to parent-child togetherness. I am convinced that I am the only one who can properly care for her. Crazy, right? I’ve spent countless hours researching the best nutrition, games, room temperature, language learning techniques, discipline, shoe construction, sleepwear, vaccine spacing, car seat placement, the list is endless-trust me. I also practice toddler Heimlich moves and cpr on Pookie, her teddy bear.
She’s simply everything to me. My whole life. My best friend. I’m not sure what that says about me that my best friend hasn’t even celebrated 2 years on the planet but it’s true. She’s absolutely perfect. I know, it’s what all parents say so if you are one, you’ll know what I’m talking about. It still blows my mind that this little person came to life in my belly. Too weird. The whole process is out of this world. Well, I guess not. In fact, it’s the very basis of our world. Birth. In any case, she’s the coolest. But I promise to make an effort to keep the subject of the post and refrain from boring you with interjections of “mommy thoughts” but I’m sure they’ll creep in every now and again, it can’t be helped.