I have not had the time to blog. I have had so many ideas and funny things that I would love to blog about, but keeping up is hard to do and blogging is not the priority. That being said, I do write very intimate letters to the girls and I feel like I need to blog tonight's letter to Brielle. It's been a problem since she was six months old and has finally stopped and it has caused me many tears and breaks my heart to think about. Luckily, we made it through it and I feel like I reconciled the situation. I will forever blame myself no matter what anyone says, but it made me love and cherish her more so in the long run, maybe it was meant to be.
So, here is my letter to my little B:
For the past 6 months you have slowly pulled all of you hair out. You had the most beautiful, full, flowing red hair and it is all gone. I was so perplexed about it and blamed myself thinking I had caused you stress, like I had done something wrong. You handed me clumps of hair until there was just no more to pull. Watching your beautiful locks disappear made me sad, but wondering why broke my heart. Were you nervous, were you stressed? Did I do something wrong? Was I neglecting you?
My friends tried to encourage me to believe that it was just a weird habit and that you would get over it. Well, they were kinda right because you are kinda a picker. But I decided to pay a little more attention to you and hold you more and come to you when you cry just a little bit more. Basically, I had to learn who you were because you are not your sister. You are sensitive in a different way and your needs are so different.
I immediately saw results and the hair pulling stopped. I'm so glad I figured it out, but I will forever blame myself thinking that you spent a few months frustrated more than you needed to be because of my short comings. I guess this is what makes a mom a good mom, because I care so much about you, but I'm sorry that I didn't figure it out sooner. You will never know the difference and you are such a happy baby. But, I will never forget it. I have cried over it many times. Thank you for being patient with me. I'm learning new things too. By the way, you just learned to walk this week and you are full throttle. You are so proud of yourself and it's so fun to watch you enjoy your new skill. I love you so much little B.
So, here is my letter to my little B:
For the past 6 months you have slowly pulled all of you hair out. You had the most beautiful, full, flowing red hair and it is all gone. I was so perplexed about it and blamed myself thinking I had caused you stress, like I had done something wrong. You handed me clumps of hair until there was just no more to pull. Watching your beautiful locks disappear made me sad, but wondering why broke my heart. Were you nervous, were you stressed? Did I do something wrong? Was I neglecting you?
My friends tried to encourage me to believe that it was just a weird habit and that you would get over it. Well, they were kinda right because you are kinda a picker. But I decided to pay a little more attention to you and hold you more and come to you when you cry just a little bit more. Basically, I had to learn who you were because you are not your sister. You are sensitive in a different way and your needs are so different.
I immediately saw results and the hair pulling stopped. I'm so glad I figured it out, but I will forever blame myself thinking that you spent a few months frustrated more than you needed to be because of my short comings. I guess this is what makes a mom a good mom, because I care so much about you, but I'm sorry that I didn't figure it out sooner. You will never know the difference and you are such a happy baby. But, I will never forget it. I have cried over it many times. Thank you for being patient with me. I'm learning new things too. By the way, you just learned to walk this week and you are full throttle. You are so proud of yourself and it's so fun to watch you enjoy your new skill. I love you so much little B.
