A letter to you, my youngest.
You weren’t given the same beginning as your older sibling.
Yours is definitely a little louder, a little rougher and definitely filled with slobber. We try to keep you safe from smaller hands, leaping and bounding to stop objects from entering your mouth or touching your eyeballs.
Our snuggles may be cut short. Our moments are definitely divided. Your first word may be “dada or mama” shortly followed by the name of your older sibling which I’m sure you think is your name because its spoken so often.
The moments we get together I stare endlessly in your eyes and take in all of you. Your little chubby toes and small button nose, for I know just how quickly you will grow. I watch you from a distance staring and learning her tricks and the way she moves. You smile as she entertains you endlessly.
I’m sorry you’ve missed more naps times than taken. They just don’t understand. She just wants to climb in the cot with you and stroke your face. I try not to yell and speak softly “Come on bubba its baby’s sleep time” she puts up a fight and you usually end up with a battle wound. You’ve worn more milk than I swear you’ve swallowed, always being interrupted whilst I jump and save your sibling from thinking she’s superwoman jumping of the bench.
Bath times aren’t as relaxing as they once were. With the extra set of hands to “help” wash you. She’s only washed you once with tooth paste. You smelled super minty.
Though I can promise you one thing they’ll always love you and protect you. You’re their baby, now mine – OURS. You’re loved so much my little one. Many moments maybe shared but you’ll always have your own spot in my heart.