Dear Mommy,

I am going to be seven months soon. People say I know so many things already: how to patty-pat, how to raspberry, how to pucker my lips, how to shout and scream. I know a lot of things, but a lot more other things still confuse me. But I do know this: I love you.

Mommy, I get upset when you leave the room. I feel the most safe when you are with me, even though I do like going with Daddy a lot too. It’s still not the same if it’s you. I want to know that you are there. When you go away on a trip or a chore, I miss you very much. When you come back to me, I want you to hold me right away. I forget whatever I’m doing when I see you, because you make me happy.

Mommy, when you are happy, I am happy. And when you feel sad, I am sad. I don’t understand it, but that is how I feel. When you hold me, everything is all right again. When you rock me to sleep at night and sing to me, I know I will have nice dreams. When you play with me, I like to squeal and laugh. I like that you read to me and you talk to me. I am excited when you feed me. I know you also clean me, and you always take good care of me.

Mommy, I know you are my very first friend. I love you. Thank you for being my Mommy.