Monday, April 26, 2010


Dear Bean,

There are days when I am not very proud of myself. When I am not the best mother that I could be. When I am not patient enough, or gentle enough, or sweet enough, or receptive enough. Days when I don't understand. Days when I don't walk slow enough. Days when I don't stop running to let you just look.

Days when I should stop doing whatever I'm doing that's so terribly important and just hold your hand and tell you that you are the most fantastic, wonderous, beautiful, funny, imaginative, smart, courageous, and sweet 2-year-old that I know.

I'm sorry.

But know this: I love you. And I will always always always try harder tomorrow.




Anonymous said...

Can I print this out, cross out Bean's name and use it for myself?

artemisia said...

Oh, honey. I have a feeling you are being much too hard on yourself.

serenity now said...

Love this post (and the previous week's worth--I'm catching up). Thank you for being brave and eloquent enough to put into words what we probably all can relate to, sooner or later. Good thing little children forgive our mistakes as quickly as they do!

Sarah Filchak said...

Thank you for saying what I have felt so often! You took the words right out of my mouth!