Lila Lou, Li Lulu, Sissy Sweetie, Sissy Sue
You are 6 months old today. (Sorry for the silly nicknames Mama gives you.)
You are my “oopsy baby.” Not planned, but never unwanted. You complete our little family; you are that final puzzle piece that we never knew was missing until you arrived.
The bond between a mother and her daughter is indescribable. There are so many things I cannot wait to tell you, and teach you, when you are older. Most of all, I hope you always feel confident, and strong, and beautiful. Because you are.
From the moment the nurse laid you upon my stomach, our bond has been strong. I did not expect to be able to breastfeed you for six months, but here we are. You never had trouble latching, and have always nursed like a champ. Though now that your first tooth has poked through, I wonder how teething will affect our breastfeeding relationship.
Now you are entering the separation anxiety phase, and even though I have always thought of you as an “easy” baby, my Sissy Sweetie, others do not. You only want Mama, and sometimes Daddy. I know I should feel guilty, like a bad mom, because you are so bonded to me, but in truth I refuse to feel guilty about this stage in your life. I know this is only a short phase, and soon enough, I will no longer be the sun that your world revolves around. So, I’m soaking up these moments, as I know you will be my last baby.
You are bigger than your brother was at six months, 17 pounds and 26 inches. I have no doubt, within a year, you will surpass your big brother in both height and weight. You are both wearing Size 4 diapers now, which makes Mama’s life easier. It remains to be seen if you will have blue-gray eyes like your older sister and brother, or if you will have brown eyes like Mama.
You have always been more laid back (and less mobile) than your brother, and for that I am grateful. Whereas he was army crawling throughout the house by six months, you are content to simply roll around. You are also sitting up better than he could at your age. I sometimes think of you as Lazy Lila and he as Crazy Callen, though that is simply a generalization, and not entirely accurate.
You are no pushover, that’s for sure. I hope you always feel like you can do anything your brother does, and even better than him, if that’s your desire. (Though I suspect you might be a softball player while he plays baseball.)
I’m sorry that you get your brother’s hand-me-downs, (which means you have a blue car seat and stroller, and people assume you are a boy until they look closer). But I also know you adore your brother, despite the times he slaps or kicks you, or practically gags you with your pacifier. Someday soon, you will be old enough to play together.
I cannot wait for the day when I have two toddlers, and one preteen, kicking the soccer ball across the yard, and racing each other down the driveway in toy cars.
But for today, you are six months old. Happy half-birthday, my littlest one, my Lila Marie. I love you more than you will ever know.