To Self-Control

Dear Self-Control,

I'm sorry, but you are really getting on my nerves, lately! I've been craving chocolate for the last three weeks, yet every time I go to the store and walk by the candy, I can't bring myself to buy any! I have thoughts like, "Oh, I really don't need this right now," or "Maybe next time." I think the worst was when I went to go pick up a pint of ice cream (with the intention of buying some B&J's Phish Phood) and I found myself looking at the nutritionals of another brand! I ended up getting Breyer's Strawberry! COME ON! All I want is some chocolate yet you won't let me have some! Just leave me alone.

Hoping to abandon you,
Nomes

To a Sleeping Child

Dear Sleeping Child,

As I wait for your older brother to finish his bedtime ritual, I notice you asleep in your bed. I decide to watch you for a moment. You look so peaceful. Your breathing is so soft and it is fun to watch you with your slightly open mouth and your kool-aid mustache leftover from dinner. I notice that you don't suck your thumb while you sleep anymore. That's a good thing, sweet boy. Although, maybe not so good, as it means you are growing up. I wonder what you dreaming about, if you are dreaming at all. Is it about your beloved trains or are you dreaming about playing with your brothers and sister in the morning? You don't stir as I lean over and give you kisses on your forehead, on each of your cheeks, on your hand. You are a dear, sweet boy even when you aren't sleeping and I love you. Thanks for being my son.

Good night,
Mom

To Baby

Dearest Sweet Baby,

Thank you so much for making me slow down from my hectic schedule of unpacking and cleaning to take the time and dance with you to the rhythm of the washing machine. I will always treasure that moment of you snuggling against my shoulder and the two of us twisting and swaying. I love you, baby. Try not to grow up to the point where you don't like washing machine dancing. Because I know I'll always love it.

Love,
Mom