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Cherished Moments of Babyhood
Memory can be a curious thing. My earliest recollection is a hazy image of my mom, pregnant and gently explaining how my little sister would enter the world. It’s like trying to see through murky water. I was just 3 years old then. A few months later, I have a clearer memory of Annie coming home from the hospital. I can’t recall her tiny features or the feel of her in my arms, but I distinctly remember my blue plaid dress adorned with train buttons and the thrill of getting to hold her first—before the neighborhood kids!
Oh, how tiny you are, my sweet one! At just 4 months old, you’re growing and changing every day. It’s fascinating to witness all your “firsts,” yet there’s also a bittersweet realization that some moments are fleeting. I worry that I might forget these precious memories—how will I ever share them with you?
I still chuckle at how, almost from day one, you’d let out a little “oh” after sneezing, and later, after each sneeze. We always scrambled for the camera but never quite caught it in time. It reminds me of those shower songs from my youth: “Every time she sneezes, I believe it’s love.”
I remember how you melted into the bath with your dad, feeling like a homecoming. Or that adorable conspiratorial smile you’d give me while feeding, even as you lost your latch. I’ll never forget that one time you managed to deal with an unexpected letdown by squeezing my breast and drinking from your own fist! You’ve even flashed me the middle finger during feeds more times than I can count—classic!
You looked so peaceful in that cradle, the same one that cradled your dad and uncles years ago. We spent countless hours pacing the floor, sometimes collapsing in exhaustion, before giving in and inviting you into our bed. Your sleeping face, with those perfect crescent moon lashes, and the imprint of your ear on my skin after you drifted off in my arms—it’s all so vivid.
Who could forget the day you finally embraced diaper changes? All it took was my enthusiastic rendition of Billy Joel’s “The Longest Time.” Now, you light up with anticipation at the change table when you hear that song! Or how your face lit up when you discovered your favorite toy for the first time and how you chatted excitedly about your dad’s painting of the cat, even through tears.
You experience every feeling so intensely, expressing them without a hint of restraint. The way you clasp your hands in excitement, how you greet strangers with a smile, and the joy on your face when you wake up to see us—these are moments I want to hold onto forever. Yet, I also feel a mix of excitement and fear for the day when you won’t need me to hold you anymore.
These moments—these precious minutes and days—don’t fit into any baby book or milestone chart. They’re not merely numbers or checkmarks. Instead, they are the stories I want to treasure and someday share with you.
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In summary, while our little ones may not remember these early days, the memories we hold onto will shape their stories. Let’s cherish every unique moment and create a tapestry of love that lasts a lifetime.