Consider this a mama’s diary. I haven’t had a diary since I was a little girl, and even then, I wasn’t very good at keeping up with it. I was more preoccupied with a book in my spare time. Better at listening than speaking. I can understand the pull of putting your voice on the eternal paper, and currently, I struggle with doing so as I’ve yet to consider myself a well-written person. Your father, on the other hand, is a wonderful writer, as is your family on his side.
BUT…
I do this for you, my sweet boy, as I’ve dedicated all aspects of my life for the last 7 years to you. When I drive to work in the morning, when I go about my day, and when I lay down to sleep, you’re always on my mind.
Remember when we would walk to the library in Natick, Massachusetts? You likely don’t since you were only a few months old. I would take you for walks near our apartment in your stroller. Just you and I.
When we would arrive at the library, I would carry you down to the basement where the children’s room was, and you would crawl and explore to your heart’s desire. I would try so hard to imagine what your personality was going to be, what your voice was going to sound like, and what features would be distinctly yours.
After our library trips, most days, we would walk to Dunkin Donuts but sometimes, on special days, I would scrounge up as much loose change as I could find and take you to the local ice cream shop.
I hope one day you get a chance to visit. This shop and those walks bring back many precious memories I have of your first year. It may sound simple, it may sound not very adventurous, though I assure you I cherished every second.
With all my love,
Mama
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