Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Dear Iz,

Right now you are super sick and curled up on the couch. We have no idea what's wrong with you, at first we thought allergies but as your temperature has climbed higher and higher I'm thinking it's more serious than that. Last night I panicked when your fever hit 104 degrees. I called the doctor and they said I was over-treating you by giving you both Motrin and Tylenol (something mother's have been doing for ages). They also said a trip to the E.R. wasn't needed until you hit 105. Tonight you hit 104.6 and I freaked out again. Another call to the doctor. Another nurse telling us not to worry, just keep you hydrated and give you a tepid bath if necessary.

Meanwhile it's breaking our hearts to watch you. You whimper almost constantly, yet when you have moments of energy you are still as sweet and funny as ever. You thank me for everything when you are sick. Covering you up, "loving you" (cuddling), giving you juice or water - everything. Yesterday I picked you up a red heart balloon from Walgreens and you must thank me 20 times a day for buying it. Tonight you just lied there on the couch watching it - happy to see it bounce around in place.

This sickness can't end soon enough. I'm so ready for you to be dancing around the house and chasing the cat. While I love the chance to hold and rock you again as I did when you were a baby (and too tired to truly appreciate it) - I hate that it's at the expense of you. But I know that this will end soon because you are so much like us - you are pushing through like a champ.

All my love,
Mom

Thursday, January 14, 2010

im complicated. ill just say that right now.

hey girl


im pretty sure you have conflicted feelings about me lately.

i tickle you all the time and make you laugh. i tell you that cookies can talk and that gingerbread men poot cinnamon...i let you know that you have the power to question monsters who come into your room without asking first and then eating them if they dont leave when you tell them to.

but i also make you clean your room and leave mommy alone. i make sure that you always say please and thank you. i dont let you eat lollipops whenever you think you
deserve one.

i fight a hard battle when i interact with you and it's hard to express sometimes, to your mommy, just how hard it is. but you need to know how much i love you.

your granpa dawson and abuelita werent the most emotionally invested people in the world and your daddy grew up in a house of strict and unreasonable rules. your daddy got pops all the time and was never allowed to eat lollipops...even if i cleaned up my messy room all by myself.

to this day, your granpa has never told me the ins-and-outs of how to raise a little girl and all your abuelita wants to do is tell me that i am the man i am because of her. its a bizarre and un-fixable relationship. even now, they dislike how little they see you but even when they are here they really dont know what to do with you.

i work really hard to not repeat the same mistakes that i think my parents made. especially my dad. my dad was never there for me emotionally. i heard "i dont know" out of his mouth as much as i heard "what the hell?". i do my very best to say "i dont know". ...which is why you are able to eat monsters and gingerbread men poop gumdrops.

when i make you clean your room or tell you that you cant have a lollipop, its not beacuse i want to be mean and make you unhappy. its not because i dont love you. the truth is that i am fighting my programming. my parents programmed me to be a certain way. your mommy has done a lot to fix me as a man but i have a long way to go before i am a really good dad.

so i just want you to know that you are the light of my life, even though sometimes it's hard for me to see it when im half-awake. i love you more than i love your mommy sometimes but thats only because you arent moody yet. but the truth is that without you i would have never enjoyed playing with legos again or discovered spongebob.

there is no one in this world who will jump out and protect you faster than me and there will be no force on this earth capable of laying a finger on you without my permission....your future boyfriends (and you) will have a rough go of it, indeed. and, despite what i tell your mommy, it is hard to hear you crying. which is why i try to make you laugh as much as i do by being silly or telling you silly things.

next to your mommy, you are the most beautiful and cherished girl on this planet and even though i want to be able to give you all the damned lollipops the world has to offer, i simply cant. it wouldnt be right for me to do that anymore than it would be right for me to never let you have one. i already know what that does to a child.

looking forward to hugs and kisses later.

love your daddy.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

the happy walk

Dear Izzy,

You have a new walk. I saw it today at the park and it made me laugh pretty hard. When I happened to be behind you with a camera when you started doing it at the Capitol...


Pictures don't do it justice. It is the most awesome "I'm having fun walk" I have ever seen. love you.