June 25, 2009
Dear Dr. Brown:
You’ve been there for me since the beginning. Just the sight of you never failed to put a twinkle in my eyes.
You’ve been with me through thick and thin. You’ve nourished my soul (and my belly) and you provided me with good old fashioned comfort for the asking.
You calmed me, soothed me and lulled me to sleep nap after nap, night after night; in sickness and in health.
I’m growing and changing every day and, well, I’m about to hit the big 21 (months, that is!) and I need my independence.
Look, there’s no easy way to say this so here goes….IT’S OVER, that thing we had.
I’m branching out in different directions. I’m spreading my wings, broadening my horizons and, well, you’ve been replaced.
I’m a Sippy Girl now. Yes, it’s true, so don’t try to change my mind.
I will remember you fondly but I need you to know that I haven’t shed a tear over letting you go yet and I’m not coming back so don’t hold your breath. You need to move on too.
It was great while it lasted.
Thanks for the memories.
Papa had to peel my mother’s fingers off of you one by one as he prepared to walk you out to the recyclables.
He kept telling her “Babe, it's time, it's TIME.”
It really is somethin’ watching a grown woman refuse to let her baby grow up.
I wonder if Papa will be so nonchalant in 14 years when my junior prom date shows up at the door.
Perhaps Mama will be doing the peeling off of fingers then…