Friday, January 14, 2011

A Woman in her Thirties Changes Perspective

In an effort to mix up the whole letter-to-child thing, I've decided to write this month's letter from Anna's point of view. She sounds more like a sarcastic woman in her thirties every day.

Dear Mom,

Today is my eight week birthday. I know you're getting all bent out of shape because the time is going by so quickly, but I'm here to tell you to relax. We've got awhile before I'm begging you for an American Girl doll or drooling over Justin Bieber. Right now, it's all about being with you. Well, not you, necessarily. Your boobs.

Anyway, things have been going pretty well. I learned how to sleep in my crib, which made you very happy (you're welcome). One night I actually slept four consecutive hours in there, which was a record (you're welcome again). I'm still struggling with this whole 'napping during the day' nonsense, which I will only do in my swing. I wish you'd stop stressing over it-- I just want to be downstairs where the action is.

I figured out how to smile in the last couple of weeks, and I like how happy it makes you every time I do it.

Mornings are prime time:

Evenings, not so much.

Here's the thing, Mom. I've been thinking a lot lately and I really wish you would enjoy this time with me. A woman in her thirties enjoys the moment, right? You've done some of that, but really you spend most of your time worrying that I'm not eating enough, not pooping enough, eating too much, pooping too much, and all the other things that occupy your brain. Stop doing that. I'm only going to be this adorable for so long, so you'd better make the most of it.

Oh, and in case I forget all about my first eight weeks, I should tell you something: The reason I cry sometimes isn't because I'm hungry or gassy, but because I just want to be near you. I'm safest when I'm closest to you, and that's pretty much all I know in my life right now. You've spent every moment away from me worried about how I'm doing, and I know it's because, even though you're a woman in your thirties, that's pretty much all you know in your life right now, too-- that you're safest when you're closest to me. I'm too young to know all the complexities of human emotion, but if that's not love I don't know what is.

Thank you for loving me.

-A. Banana

P.S. I really like that 'Anna's here today' song you sing in the morning. Your voice is God-awful, but for some reason I can't get enough of it. Go figure.


  1. I'm pretty sure you took some artistic liberties in that post. For example, "Your voice is God-awful". Anna is far too sweet to say something like that. What a bright little 8 week old you have. Enjoy the little moments. We can ALL live by those words. :)

  2. Awww, those smiles are SO FREAKING CUTE! Anna Banana, you are wise beyond your weeks, and pretty much the most adorable little thing I've ever seen.

  3. Love this Post. Looks like Anna may have the writing gene.

  4. I'm just getting caught up on reading your blog, and cannot believe a) that Anna is 8 weeks old! and b) that she is getting cuter and cuter and cuter. I love how expressive her face has gotten in such a short period of time.

    I would also like to thank Anna for her insightful advice on parenting.