Dear Ms. Feverfew –
Tomorrow little Princess Penelope will be the exact same age you were the last time I held you in my arms.
I have already cried myself silly in the past few days. I expect I will do it again tomorrow. No one prepared me for this. From this point on, parenting her will be uncharted territory and I am so afraid I am going to fail all over again. That someone is going to tell me I am not good enough for her.
In between celebrating the arrival of Princess Penelope’s third tooth (top right) and working on my dissertation, I have had to steal moments away to have a “moment” by myself. I cry, then collect myself, and then soldier on. I wipe away the tears and open up my office door to my life as it is now. It’s what I always do. It’s what I have always done.
I just don’t know if I can do it tomorrow.