Monday, April 23, 2012

ingrid ru.

Confession: I don't sneak in and look at you at night the way I did when your brother and sister were babies. I rarely smell your stinky baby head and kiss you on the cheek after you go to bed at night. You do not care to be disturbed by my displays of motherly affection for your sweaty self after you are in your crib. You want to be left alone. So mostly, I abide. But sometimes I sneak in, even though I know I will be met with screams of protest. You will require that I pick you up for a moment to snuggle and settle back down. And I'll do it. Because you are my baby.