Boys,
I have been thinking about a way to share and keep memories of your childhood. At the same time I want to allow some of our friends and family to learn more about you. I have tried a blog before, but it was never in a format with which I am comfortable. Then I realized recently that I love writing letters and so I am going to write you letters.
I have been a mother now for 6 1/2 years. It isn't a role I really expected in my life, but I think I have gotten better at it over time. I love being your mother and you are both wonderful, quirky little boys. I would like to say that I remember the feeling of being a mother from the moment you were put in my arms, Harry, but that isn't really true. I had post partum depression after you were born and those first few months were very difficult. I don't remember a time in my life when I was so prone to tears and doubts. Fortunately now, looking back those many years, I don't remember all the horror. I know I was lucky because I discovered my ppd early and got treatment quickly. I also had ppd with you, Robert, but I was already on medication and we simply upped the dosage and it was a very small blip on the radar screen.
Speaking of my dear baby (right now you are 18 months). You are waking up from your nap. Luckily we have a half an hour for cuddle time before we need to get Harry from the bus. So I am going to go get you and write you another note later.
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