Twenty months

Dear Littlebat,

It's been a few months (four?) since I've written you a letter. I have a lot to catch up on - you have changed SO MUCH! You are twenty months old now, and hardly a baby anymore.

[Insert wistful sigh.]

Mama has changed too. I've learned to let go of a lot of things, like remembering and recording every last little detail of your life in these monthly letters... it wasn't the letters themselves (and I don't plan to give them up), but the trying to remember everything that had me a little, well, stressed out. I've finally realized that not writing down the exact date and time you first said hi to our neighbor's dog (which was terribly cute, by the way), doesn't mean I'm a bad mama. In fact, I'm getting to a place where I'm okay just to enjoy the moment, no more, no less.

I'm definitely happier and more relaxed, and because of that, I am enjoying each and every moment with you in a whole new way. It's hard to explain, but... well, I just hope that you grow to know me as the mama and person I am today.

I'm still recording the important milestones and exceptionally cute moments (maybe not all of them!) on a smaller scale, in one very small notebook. And I will continue to write letters, maybe monthly, maybe not. Tomorrow I'm going to post a few of my thoughts and notes from the last few months. Right now, Daddy wants to use the computer, so...

Happy Twenty Months, my Littlebat! Mommy loves you sooooooo much!

xoxo