my apology

Dear Liam,

I thought I wouldn't be saying all this until at least your 16th birthday or you needed an interview for your book (i.e. proof of your horrible childhood).

I'm sorry for yelling "NO" or your name 10 million times a day to get you to stop doing whatever it is I don't want you to do. I'm sorry you I won't let you dangle from the stove handle or throw wine glasses around the kitchen.

I'm sorry for not being there to catch you every time you fall. I'm sorry for turning my head, watching TV, going to the bathroom or making dinner. I live in constant fear auntie Shannon will come and take you away because of the constant state of injury you seem to be in.

I'm sorry for making you wear diapers. Mommy didn't know about the whole potty training from birth thing until today and I am deeply sorry that I didn't carry you around strapped to my body for the last 10 months so I would "know you better" and be able to "communicate" with you about your poops and pees.

I'm sorry I'm not more patient. But I have to leave some for daddy's antics.

Mostly I'm sorry that I can't let you run naked and free around a cushiony soft house doing whatever you please.

Love, Mommy