Dear Vivian Ross,
You might consider this TMI (too much information), but hopefully you will also see it as a sweet moment. This morning when you woke up and made your peep-cry (not a big fuss, just enough to get us up and going), your daddy went in to get you. There was a strong stench of poop wafting in your room and before he could inspect as he picked you up, he felt it on his arm (oops)! Because he needed to head off to the office in a matter of minutes,* he called in mama-reinforcements quickly! *Sidenote: your daddy is the world's best of pitching in and helping out with diapers, bath time, play time, etc., so please know this was a rare moment of running out of the situation!* :)
So, we (you and I) went to work on cleaning up the mess. First, it was a surgical removal of pajamas (two layers of PJs since it's cold this winter and you are proficient at kicking your blankets off). I laid you on the changing table and you watched quietly and intently as I worked. Each time I stopped to look at how you were taking this loooooooooong process, I would turn to see your sweet smile on your face. It was precious! You didn't wiggle, squirm away, fuss about the long process, or cry about the discomfort you must have been experiencing! Please understand that for a toddler-aged babe, this is abnormal, baby girl...
So in the midst of the smell (and baby girl, there was a smell), the mess (oooooh was there a mess--- imagine--- all the way up to your shoulder blades...), and the wipes and wash clothes and such, I saw a most awesome moment. You didn't have a worry in your soul. You didn't have a moment of fret in your little bones. You didn't have a fear of the unknown. All you had was trust in your mama that I would take care of you.
My prayer is that you will always know that I am here to take care of you in the ways that you need. Understand what I am saying--- I will always be here to take care of your needs. I will help clean up the messes life throws at you. I will help walk you through the process of what to do when you are covered in _____ (fill in the blank... grief, stress, worry, frustration, confusion...). I hope that you always know that you can come to me with anything that you need and that you will always trust that I can help clean up the messes of life.
Thank you, sweet girl, for trusting me beyond measure and for reminding me how important my daily actions are in the role of gaining your sweet trust along life's path.
All my love,
Mama
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