Letters 2

Dear Crying Child of Mine:

I know we have gone over so many of the common concern of this world in a past letter but it has come to my attention that you might need a refresher.  I feel that by your continued show of anxiety through nothing but tears and volume you have forgotten the assurance you were once given not so long ago.

I understand that life can be very challenging with the basic needs of the body constantly needing attention but when, since you have been placed into my arms, have I ever let you go hungry?  What I mean to say is, have you ever gone more then a couple of hours without my offer of a snack or a sandwich or a cookie or some milk or some fruit or some crackers or crunchies or gummies or etcetera etcetera?

Since you may still be lacking in the concept of time department, let me assure you that it has never been so!  In fact, since you were placed in my arms it has been my ferociously constant driving force to assure you have enough food at all times.  I spend most every moment of the day preparing and assembling nourishment of every kind.

So please, if it would be at all possible, do you think that you could keep the screeching down to a low purr while we are in the grocery store?  Yes, the foods I am taking off of the shelves are for consumption.  No, it is not to be consumed in its entirely at the moment I place it into the cart.  Let me assure you that the motivation of the grocery store is not to tempt you with all the glorious foods that God has provided for us without the joy of tasting any of it.

It's just Captain Crunch.  Contain yourself.

On the contrary.  It is the very place we can accumulate such treasures!  So please, if you could for a moment, stop and give yourself a chance to appreciate the foods we have without needing to shove every piece of it down your throat.  I promise that your body will not only stay well fueled but will in fact thrive at the prospect of eating at the appropriate times.

So again, please stop the crying.  The majority of people get concerned when babies cry.  Especially when they are reaching with desperation for the box of cheerios placed behind them in the cart.  Plus, I'm tired of everyone within a 50 mile radius wondering why I don't just feed you.

On the another hand,  I do want to praise you in your wildly accepted concept of napping.  I am so proud of this daily decision to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion that you feel at around 12:30 every day.  It takes a brave soul to allow ones self to seep into unconsciousness with nothing but me as your protector.  I have become overjoyed with the trust you have bestowed on me by allowing your tiny little eyelids to flutter shut and drift into the unknown.

So what, if I may ask, is the emotional trauma that you awaken to after every single nap for the past four months?  What, pray tell, is the nightmare that you find yourself being pulled back into when ever your consciousness surfaces?

Is it that for those brief moments you are asleep you are transported back to the mystical place that unicorns come from, where it rains chocolate milk from the sky and the floor is littered with every CARS character imaginable?  Or is it that while you dream you have visions of what your life should look like only to be woken into the disappointment that you were born into? What ever the case my be, I promise you that it is not as terrible as it seems at first glance.

Oh my! Those are all CARS?... Mind=blown

Sure, the shock of being woken in to this desolate place we call home that has nothing but endless  attention and toys for your every whim and amusement can cause a bit of stress but I promise you that if you just give yourself a moment to adjust you will remember all the wonderful things about being here on this planet we call earth.

Lastly, I want to bring you into the circle of trust and give you a tip of survival on this backward household we call home.  This is a piece of advice that could change your life.  It is so simple its almost comical!  In all honestly, if you can grasp this one piece of advice the world as you know it will be a happier, lovelier and safer place to live in!

...When I tell you not to do something, don't do it.

It is so elementary you may think it is a joke.  In fact, I am under the impression that you do think it is a joke since you blatantly ignore my warnings at every opportunity. Alas, I kid you not.  This is a true statement and it will serve you well as you learn, love and grow on this glorious planet.

And it's not just the "don't hit your sister" kind of thing that it applies to.  Oh no.  It is every thing.  Let me give you a few examples so you can get a better understanding of the importance of learning this lesson sooner then later.

"Don't jump on the couch, you'll hurt yourself"  What happened when you didn't do what I asked?  You hurt yourself.

"Don't stand up on the chair, you'll fall off and hurt yourself." What happened when you stood on the chair?  You fell off and hurt yourself.

"Don't jump on the stairs, you'll fall and hurt yourself."  What happened when you jumped on the stairs?  You fell and hurt yourself.

"Don't stick your fingers in your sisters mouth, she'll bite you and it will hurt." What happened?  Are you starting to get the picture here?

Seriously, My son would so do this.
No really, I don't think I should let him see this picture.

I know that this new world that you live in seems to have nothing but an endless list of rules with nothing but an "I told you so" to soften the blow of many a hurt but I assure you that if you can just make a few changes at a time it will get easier by the second.

I'm sure that you have a lot to think about with all the added revelations to ponder during your sleeping strikes at 3 in the morning so I will leave you with this... It gets better.

...unless your waiting for unicorns.
Then it will just be more disappointment.

Not going to lie.  I'm kinda disappointed
after seeing this pic.

With all my love and exhaustion,
Your loving and overwhelmed parent,

Antenella