Some of you I knew before Annabelle was born. Some of you I met through her. To all of you, I give my love and my thanks for holding my hand, as I became a mommy. This is my love letter to you…
Dearest Mommy Friends,
I could go on for days about the things I am indebted to you for, but here are just a few things for which I wanted to say thank you.
For loving my little one.
For refusing to give me your list of things I would need for myself once I came home from the hospital until I was eight months pregnant, knowing I didn’t need visions of pads the size of diapers, stool softeners, and numbing spray spoiling my pregnancy glow.
For listening to me cry when I felt scared or guilty or just simply weepy.
For helping me navigate the registering process and cluing me in on what I really needed and what was a waste of money. For patiently explaining to me the difference between a travel system and a snap n’ go and promptly answering all my texts of questions while Mike and I dizzily roamed the aisles of Babies ‘R Us.
For when I was pregnant, always telling me that I looked beautiful, even when I’m pretty positive there were times when I looked like a house.
For lending me all the baby books that helped you before you became a mom, but also telling me that I WILL know what to do and that my instincts will be wonderful.
For calling me on sunny days to come and meet you at the park.
For sharing your stories so I knew I wasn’t alone.
For being a supportive pack of nursing mamas so I never felt self-conscious nursing in public and for having my back if anyone made me feel like what I was doing was wrong.
For passing on hand me down toys and clothes so I never needed to start from scratch.
For Mommy’s Nights Out where, even though we spend most of the evening talking about our little ones, I laugh and cherish the time away that recharges my mommy battery and gives me a wonderful excuse to dress up and wear make-up.
For letting me love and know your little ones.
For being a sounding board when I have a question or need advice or simply just need to get something out.
For not judging.
For coming to Annabelle’s birthday party.
For preparing me for the fact that, although nursing is the most natural thing in the world, it is not always the easiest. That it will hurt and that I might feel like I’m failing, but if I hang in there and get past the first two weeks, I will have a hard time ever giving it up.
For telling me that if I get the chance to push, to push as hard as I possibly can.
For calling and texting whenever Annabelle was sick to check in on us.
For sharing your tales of mommy misadventure until I laugh so hard my belly hurts.
I am not being the least bit dramatic when I say that without all of you, I would be lost. So…thank you, thank you, thank you.
All My Love,