Dear Emma,
I find myself missing you. I miss the bond that we once shared, just the two of us. The days filled with joy, where we played with cars and trucks, engaged in vibrant coloring sessions, and danced around the living room, shaking our shakers to the music. I long for the evenings spent in the rocking chair, immersed in books, where laughter echoed throughout our home.
I reminisce about our drives to the store, no matter where we were headed. You would be in the backseat, singing your heart out or chatting enthusiastically about everything you saw along the way. Your joyful noise filled my heart with warmth. Now, I often find myself saying, “Please be quiet! Your little brother is trying to sleep!” The carefree sounds of your laughter have become a rare treat, limited by the needs of our growing family.
Gone are the days when you could express yourself freely. Now, our interactions often revolve around reminders to be considerate of others, as I rush to attend to your brother’s needs. I cherish our quiet moments, but they are fleeting. Your spirited nature, while still vibrant, often finds itself stifled in the chaos of our busy home life. I see you trying to capture my attention, often in ways that lead to mischief, but it’s your way of seeking connection.
As you drift off to sleep, and I stumble upon one of your toys on my dresser, I feel a pang of longing. I’ve always missed you in those quiet moments, even when I’m relieved that you finally settled down. Now, that feeling has deepened. It’s as if I didn’t get enough of you today, and my heart feels heavy.
Now, you are my firstborn and a big sister, while your younger brother still requires so much of my time. I adore him, too; I cherish the sounds he makes and the way he looks at me with pure love. His sideways grin and those wide eyes filled with adoration take my breath away. I love both of you with a depth that words can’t fully express.
Yet, I can’t help but miss our one-on-one time. I yearn to be there when you’re sad or feeling unwell, to scoop you into my arms and hold you close like we used to. I miss being your first choice, your go-to comfort. Most days, I feel stretched thin, trying to give both of you the love and attention you deserve.
I know that many mothers with multiple children dream of a future where they can dedicate more quality time to each child. Until that day arrives, I must embrace the unique moments we have now and recognize the tremendous growth and change happening in both your lives. I strive to share whatever part of me I can, even as I navigate the demands of motherhood.
I hold onto the hope that as you both grow and gain more independence, I will feel like I can adequately support you with my love, time, and attention. Until then, I miss you, Emma. I miss the days when it was just us.
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In summary, while I deeply love both of you, I find myself missing the special moments we once shared. I hope for a future where I can give you both the attention you deserve.
Keyphrase: Letter to My Firstborn
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