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| My Daughter |
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| My Son |
Dear My Babies,
I’m not allowed to write your names in my blog for another couple of years, but I expect you’ll find this one day.
Chad and Erin, my cousin and his wife, are about to become parents.
How exciting for them!
Adding a baby to the family is definitely the greatest.
You’re suddenly living with this little person who is a bit of you and a bit of her, but is all his own. You’re not so much helping him to grow up as just hanging around to find out who he is.
The first time your baby tells his own joke… wow.
The first time your baby makes up a word… wow.
First smiles, steps, tastes of cheese, peeing standing up, throwing paper airplanes…
Living in exile, excluded from your lives, not hearing anything about you, or seeing pictures of you, or hearing your voices, or seeing your videos, or reading your writings, or hanging your drawings, or smelling your shirts, or laughing at your jokes, or kissing your cheeks….
Some day you’ll find this blog and I want you to know that this experience has been painful beyond belief. I would miss my own legs or arms less than I miss you two. I want to see you so badly, I hurt… I hurt all day long, every day.
I am not taking nor will I ever take steps to make this any easier on myself.
I miss you, I love you, and I’m pissed off at everyone who has the opportunity to bring me news, or pictures, or videos of you and doesn’t. Someone probably thinks it’s for the best, but they can bite me. 🙂
[It’s the next day: I don’t blame anyone at all for not getting involved and helping me with information about my children… I end that line with a smiley last night to indicate that I’m not really pissed at other people….]
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