(Do you feel this way about inanimate objects? :)
Dear Fisher- Price
Newborn Sleeper Cradle,
Hi
there, my dependable old friend. It’s an hour till midnight and you are
cuddling my sweet, five month old little girl. Though she is not the first baby
of mine you’ve held, she will be the last, and this thought makes my mom heart
weep. It is difficult to comprehend that this is the last season you’ll be my
ever present companion.
Having
you in my life has added an extra measure of convenience and peace. You hold
your head high when covered in mustard colored baby-blowout; making life easier
with your removable, washable cover. You are off- white and have a gender-neutral
pattern of shaded circles, which has welcomed both my sons and daughters. I see
dirty little hand prints littering the edges of your frame, left from older
siblings leaning in for support, while peeking in at our newest heavenly gift. Some
may think you appear unclean, but you are really sprinkled with markings of
love and curiosity. As I stare at you
now I never want to wash your cover again; too afraid to launder away those
irreplaceable moments.
You
are a portable cradle which means my babies have felt at home even when they
are not. You fold together so compactly, and stow away nicely amidst the other
hordes of cargo shoved into the back of our Ford Expedition. You have never
abandoned us for a moment and I can’t applaud you enough for enduring the
lengthy road trips and dusty, sweaty camp outs.
You’re
not afraid of a little hard work and sometimes your shift lasts 24/7. In the
dead of night I’ve reached out to you from my bedside, grabbing hold of your
frigid metal leg. We’ve worked as a team as I’ve sleepily rocked you back and
forth, back and forth, until no more cries from your infant passenger could be
heard. You have comforted every tiny child I’ve entrusted to your care;
snuggling them in tight as they sway tranquilly in your lap.
My newborn isn’t such a newborn
anymore and this is probably the final month I’ll have you by my side. I wanted
to tell you thank you, thank you for taking extraordinary care of my delicate
babies time and time again. Your presence will be sorely missed.
Much Love,
Cammy
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