By JENIFER DeMATTIA
As your arrival into this world got closer, I began making my rounds. I got together with aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and anyone else I could think of to reminisce about all the fun times. I had convinced myself that once you came, being the mother of two children would drive me to boarding up the windows and becoming a recluse. We would be a very happy family, just pale and sensitive to the light.
But as it turns out, adding another child was more difficult, but it became the norm very quickly, and we did eventually leave the house – mostly for nipple cream and Motrin, but we made it out nonetheless. But it hasn’t been without a few hiccups. You are only 11 months old, and I have already raised you nothing like how I raised your brother to that age. This is why I decided to go ahead with the apology letter now so that perhaps later on in life you will know that, if nothing else, at least I’m aware. So please read the following and remember that mummy loves you.
I’m sorry I dropped you – I did. Honest to God, I dropped you, and this one was a toughie to get over. You were sleeping on my chest in my bed and just rolled off. Splat. I think I was more damaged than you though. You cried for a few minutes and then started smiling. I was convinced at that point serious damage had been done.
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This is a bit off topic. Lovely article by the way. But can someone please tell me when and why "on" entered the language used in such as capacity as "hating on you," and "loving on you?" It is popping up everywhere (as in the article) especially among the younger writers and it is driving me CRAZY! You simply hate or love. Not hate on, or love on. Rant over.
Yes, I second this! I got into someone's bad books ages ago when her rather stupid friend was going on about someone ''beating up on'' someone else. I asked her if her trailer park was nearby... yikes!
Thank you mum, because you gave me so much more space to develop on my own. Your very happy second child