Dear Daughter,"You're my favorite p

Dear Daughter,

"You're my favorite person in the whole world" is not something you're going to hear me say anymore. Not only is it unfair to Daddy, but it really won't go over well with your baby sister, once she's born and learns to talk. For now, though, it's hard not to keep thinking it.

You, you, you. You're the one who burst my heart wide open. You taught me what wild, uncontrollable, unlimited, unconditional love feels like. You changed everything. You turned me into a mom.

And even though you will no longer be my only child, or even my only girl, you will always be my first.

You're the first one to make me forget myself. You're the first person I ever said "I love you" to more than 10 times in one day. You're the first human whose temperature I took, whose nose I wiped, and whose projectile vomit I was too tired to clean up and just sort of slept in.

With you, I made my first-time mom mistakes, like letting you roll off the bed onto the floor. Who knew you could roll? Thank you for not getting hurt and also for not holding a grudge.

Our baby's coming soon, and while you may not be my only child anymore, you'll probably be the only kid who knows what it's like to have my undivided attention. Because how do I ever stop myself from thinking about you?

This realization gives me the guilts, but then again, your sister will have some advantages. I can't imagine she will ever be bored or lonely for long — not with you and your unlimited repertoire of songs, dance moves, costumes, and magic tricks. I can't wait to watch her watching you.

You. You were my first newborn, infant, toddler, and preschooler, and the one who continues to surprise me every day. You're the intrepid explorer who pulls me by the hand into the future. You're in all my thoughts and dreams, and every wish I make upon a star.

So when you're feeling frustrated that I'm nursing your sister instead of playing dress-up, or that I might use stern words with you, but not her (she's just a baby), or that I can't stop talking about how cute she is (I like infants the way you like ponies), know that there is more than enough love for both of you, because of the ever-expanding place in my heart that you made.

You, you, you. You will always be my first.

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Dear putri,"Kau orang favorit saya di seluruh dunia" bukanlah sesuatu yang Anda akan mendengar saya mengatakan lagi. Tidak hanya tidak adil untuk ayah, tapi itu benar-benar tidak akan pergi baik dengan adik bayi Anda, setelah ia lahir dan belajar bicara. Untuk sekarang, meskipun, sulit untuk tidak terus berpikir itu.Anda, Anda, Anda. Kau orang yang meledak hatiku terbuka lebar. Anda mengajari saya apa liar, tak terkendali, tak terbatas, cinta tanpa syarat merasa seperti. Anda mengubah segalanya. Anda mengubah saya menjadi seorang ibu.Dan meskipun Anda tidak akan lagi anak hanya saya, atau bahkan hanya gadis, Anda akan selalu pertama saya.Kau yang pertama untuk membuat saya lupa diri. Kau orang pertama yang saya pernah berkata "Aku mencintaimu" kepada lebih dari 10 kali dalam satu hari. Anda adalah manusia pertama yang suhu yang saya mengambil, hidung yang saya dihapus, dan yang muntah proyektil yang aku terlalu lelah untuk membersihkan dan hanya semacam tidur di.Dengan Anda, saya membuat ibuku pertama kali kesalahan, seperti membiarkan Anda roll dari tempat tidurnya ke lantai. Siapa yang tahu Anda bisa roll? Terima kasih untuk tidak terluka dan juga untuk tidak memegang dendam.Bayi kami yang segera, dan sementara Anda mungkin tidak akan anak saya hanya lagi, Anda mungkin akan hanya anak yang tahu apa itu seperti untuk memiliki perhatian penuh saya. Karena bagaimana cara pernah menghentikan diri dari berpikir tentang Anda?Kesadaran ini memberi saya guilts, tetapi sekali lagi, adik Anda akan memiliki beberapa keuntungan. Aku tidak bisa membayangkan dia akan pernah bosan atau kesepian lama — tidak dengan Anda dan repertoar unlimited lagu, tari bergerak, kostum, dan trik sulap. Saya tidak sabar untuk menonton menonton Anda.You. You were my first newborn, infant, toddler, and preschooler, and the one who continues to surprise me every day. You're the intrepid explorer who pulls me by the hand into the future. You're in all my thoughts and dreams, and every wish I make upon a star.So when you're feeling frustrated that I'm nursing your sister instead of playing dress-up, or that I might use stern words with you, but not her (she's just a baby), or that I can't stop talking about how cute she is (I like infants the way you like ponies), know that there is more than enough love for both of you, because of the ever-expanding place in my heart that you made.You, you, you. You will always be my first.