Tuesday, April 28, 2009
It has come to my attention, that no matter how much I wish you would stay little, you are refusing to comply.
Trying to walk?
Who said you could do those things?
It certainly was NOT your mother.
Sweet baby, please...please...stop this nonsense.
Can't you stay small forever?
Is that too much to ask?
No matter how much I begged them to stay tiny, your older brothers just laughed at me and grew taller and taller, smarter and smarter and pretty soon, began saying awful, mean things like, "I'm a big boy Mommy. I want to do this by myself."
So baby boy I'm begging you...
stay in my arms and on my lap
Cause I know, one day, Daddy won't let me have any more little ones to squeeze. He's gently warned me that eventually people stop adding babies to their home.
He says one day, I'll have to borrow other people's babies.
You might be the last of the Hendricks.
Notice how "the last of the Hendricks" sounds a lot like the Last of the Mohicans?
I guarantee you the thought of having no more babies in this house to love, to hold, to smother with kisses seems as tragic to me as that movie.
I'll ask you this every day.
I'll never stop.
Could you, would you, please pretty please, stay little forever?