Dear Aniston,
You are only 20 months old. You love (understatement) Frozen (I don't think a day has gone by this week were we haven't watched it at least once), you love Mickey Mouse and Blue's Clue's. Bubbles are your favorite, and you absolutely love to read anything and everything. You are incredibly sassy but insanely sweet. But most importantly you are my baby. As I watch you lately you seem so much older than you are. You are reciting your ABC's and counting to 9 (weird?) daily. You know every color, including magenta, and you sing songs perfectly after only hearing them once. Why are you so eager to grow up? Treasure these younger years, the years where you are completely cared for and taken care of. You don't have to make meals, go to work, go to school or pay bills. You get to play all day and use your imagination in incredible ways. Ways that seem to disappear and fade as you grow. Don't be in such a hurry to be a big person. I know it seems amazing and so exciting. It seems like everything you could ever dream of, and while it's not the worse thing ever, being young and free and innocent is just one of the most amazing experiences that you can have.
I feel torn, because I absolutely love teaching you new things. You are such a quick learner and I love your brilliant little mind, but the more I teach you the more you grow up. So basically I'm giving you the tools to grow up but at the same time I'm asking you to just slow it down a bit. You are my baby and I love you, but I also want to protect you from all of the grownup nonsense that is out there. Let me hold and cuddle you. Let me rock you to sleep. Let me calm you down after a bad dream and let me just be your mommy. Please just be young and let me take care of you for a while.
Love- Your Mom
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