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T H E 53rd L E T T E R
July 8, 2010 @ 1:12a.m.
I LOVE YOU, Baby.
I’M VERY SORRY, TOO.
Here I am at 1:12a.m. in our living room and in front of my laptop, writing a letter to you again, telling you how much I love you, and how sorry I am for being a bad mother at times.
Mommy is just exhausted. You don’t seem to grow well. It’s because you don’t want to eat at all. I understand that you’re at the age wherein you seem to be a picky eater and that you want to exercise your independence. But, my lovely baby, you’ve been like that since you’re two months old.
Daddy and Mommy were talking last night about you – how you’ve been when you’re still a small baby. You didn’t want to be massaged; you’d arch your back; you’d stand when you’re being diapered even when it’s already soiled with wee or poop; you wouldn’t take your vitamins; you wouldn’t drink your milk; you wouldn’t want to be bathed…
And, yes, my darling, now that you’re a toddler – you’re 15 months old now, you still love to act independently. Ahh, I need to add to the above list that you wouldn’t want your fingernails to be cut! Now you have monster nails both in your hands and toes. And how you love to scratch Mommy’s arms with your monster nails!
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