Dear little person:
I am so sorry that the world feels out of your control. I’m sorry it’s so tough to be small.
I’m sorry that people will minimize your frustrations by saying “it’ll only get worse.”
And I’m sorry that it will. Only get worse.
I’m sorry that life moves too slowly when you want adventure.
I’m sorry that life moves too quickly when you need routine.
I’m sorry that not everyone will adore you as much as we do.
I’m sorry that society thinks its job is to beat out of you that which makes you You. I hope we can help you find and hone your strengths so you stay You in the face of Them.
I’m sorry you don’t know yet that you won’t, in fact, spin off into a million pieces when you feel as strongly as you do.
I’m glad I’m here to teach you that it’s okay to have very strong feelings.
I’m sorry not everyone will always be gentle or respectful. I’m also sorry you won’t be, either. I’m glad I’m here to teach you to strive for it, though.
I’m not sorry that you didn’t know what a donut was until today. And I’m not sorry you didn’t like the first one you ever tried.
I’m not sorry that in our family Santa is a story about a person who collects from those who have enough and gives to people who need, rather than bringing rewards if you are “nice.” I’m glad we don’t subscribe to that kind of reward/punishment structure. And I’m glad you know about giving to people and animals who need.
I’m sorry that you have to finish the first portions of fruit, protein, and carbohydrate in each meal before you get seconds. I’m not sorry that you’re always welcome to trade a meal you’ve tasted for hummus and crackers.
I’m sorry we have safety and respect rules about which we are not flexible.
I’m not sorry we’re flexible about everything else.
I’m sorry that, in the midst of all the other changes in your life, I decided to move the furniture in my room. I’m sorry that sent you completely around the bend. I’m not sorry that if you ever need to cry that you *always* get a shoulder on which to do it.
I’m sorry that you cried so hard into my shoulder about me moving my bed that you had huge, salty curls dried to your cheek while you slept.
But I’m not moving the bed back.
I’m sorry if having a new baby upends your world. But I’m not sorry that you will forever have a sibling. From what Daddy and I have found, they’re pretty nice things to have.