I realize of course that this is the first of Eva’s monthly photos and letter that I’ve actually published. This isn’t because I haven’t been doing them, like I did with Xave, its just because I haven’t got around to compiling them and therefore publishing them to the blog. Slack I guess. But because I am always endlessly behind on everything, you would expect nothing less of me by now, yes? So why should I disappoint…erh…surprise you now?
Every month for the first 12 months of my child’s life, I write them a letter. For Eva (and any subsequent daughters) I try to write something wise, and also something practical in the case, God forbid, something might happen and I can’t tell her in person never to wear pants with writing across the backside, or that hooker heels really are that, heels for hookers. Sorry…maybe I’m slightly more conservative than I realise…
Today you are six months old. Allow me to take a moment and toot my own horn but I’m very impressed that I have actually remembered to take your monthly photo on your monthly birthday every month unlike with your older brother. If you know your mother’s severe lack of organisation — which I’m sure you do by now — you will know what a feat this is for me!
Please tell me where did the last six months go? It’s cliche I know but it feels like just the other day I was snuggling my day old newborn and now I have a lively little six month going on 2 years old. At six months of age, you comfortably sit up unassisted. You have started doing the army man crawl and you rock back and forth on your hands and knees. You can turn yourself on your tummy 360 degrees and can move very fast when you see something you know you are not allowed! You can get yourself from sitting to your tummy and as of today, from your tummy back to sitting. You like to pull yourself to standing and give your mama gray hair. You continue to idolize your brother but you won’t be bossed by him, you let us know that daily. We have introduced you to the wide world of food and you have decided that food is not what you thought it would be. You will clam your mouth shut when you see the spoon coming unless its beef broth. We will keep working on the egg yolk and avocado. You say “Bababa” and I could’ve sworn that you called “Mama” in your sad little voice the other night, although your daddy claims he heard no such thing — which means nothing really as your daddy would sleep through an earthquake I’m sure. You are the cheekiest, cutest, most darling little girl I have ever met.
Eva, at six months of age, your personality shows through more and more each day. I have to admit one thing: you’re nothing personality wise, like I’d thought you’d be when we first met. This is not a bad thing. When you were just born, you seemed so shy, so serious. You didn’t smile — I mean really smile – until nearly 3 weeks. You were so quite when you lived inside me. Now I see this brave, passionate little being who is determined to take on the world! You have taken no time at all to figure out every person in your life, what their role is and how you can use them to accomplish your missions being it not sleeping or getting someone to hold your hands so you can walk around the room. You have even tried – unsuccessfully – several times to use your brother as a step ladder. Sometimes, I am scared to be the mother of such a determined mind. I forsee many, I want that/I want to be that situations in your life and I want you know that to the best of my ability, I will be there every step of the way while you accomplish what you set your heart on. I just want to remind you of one thing — don’t forget that life is just as much about the journey as it is the destination. Don’t forget to have fun and value the experiences and the people along the way to your goals. They are what will make your destination and your accomplishments all the sweeter. Know your mind. Go after what you want. But never tread all over someone on the way and don’t leave people behind. I think the greatest of regrets in life is the people we hurt, the people we forget on the way to accomplishing our goals.
And remember, always wear a nude coloured bra under a white shirt.
Love, your Mama