February 17, 2011

A first

Tonight will be the first time that I am not there to nurse you before you go to bed. I am sure it must seem silly to anyone else, but it is a big deal for me. I know you will be fine, your daddy puts you to bed all the time, but I'm always there too.

Tonight I am attending a memorial service for a friend that recently passed away. Papa is going with me so your daddy can be with you.

I know this time had to come eventually, and I'm sure you won't even notice I'm gone. I am not even sure why I am at all upset about it. I think you are just growing up so fast and I know these days will soon be gone.

I hate to miss anything I suppose.

So sweet dreams little bean. I am confident I will see you in the middle of the night as you have two more top teeth poking through your poor gums. The cold washcloth has become your constant companion:


  1. I remember the first time I didn't nurse Bennett at night. It was harder than I thought it would be! I totally understand! I'm sorry to hear about your friend that passed. I'm sure the memorial will be beautiful!

  2. Poor baby, teething sucks. I know my Sister hates to miss bedtime too. It's hard to be in a million places at once when you're a Mama.

    I'm so sorry to hear about your friend. I hope it was a nice memorial.

  3. Thanks guys. The memorial was very nice, though it is difficult for me when the pastor at a church uses the situation to push his church and their beliefs on a group of mourning people. There is a difference between offering guidance through religion and preying on the grief of others, you know? Lily did great with her dad as expected :)


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