Love and Rest and Patience

Boy I wish these teeth would either come in or quit hurting!

Friends, I've got to tell you.  I don't like to complain.  Usually I'm a very happy person.  And even now, I'm pretty happy, but do I ever have something that's bothering me. 

These back teeth of mine, coming in.  It's awful. I've had it pretty easy, with teething so far, but this time around, I get where those other little kids are coming from.  It's making me worn-out.  My mouth hurts.  My nose won't quit running.  I want Mommy to hold me, but I don't want her to.

Do you understand where I'm coming from, Big People?

In my telephone call to Santa Claus yesterday, I asked him if it was the only things I asked for, if he could just bring me my teeth, so I could stop hurting.  He said he'd like to, but that I have to let my teeth grow in all by themselves, and that all I need is lots of love and lots of rest and to let Mother Nature do her thing.  I love Santa Claus and all, but that wasn't what I wanted to hear, at all.

In just three days, I'm going to be fifteen months old, and I think of all the things I've done so far, growing in my teeth is the hardest thing I've had to do, because I hafta be patient, and I can't DO anything to speed along things.  That's really a bitter pill for me to swallow, Friends.  I'd rather just be able to practice and work at it, and have 'em all in.

Wouldn't you think Daddy'd help me out with this, since teeth are his thing?  Well, he just said the same thing Santa Claus said.  Love and rest and patience.

I guess that's how it's gonna hafta be, Friends.  Love and rest and patience.  So I hope if you're going through anything that's making you feel hurt or sad and worn out, that you get lots of love and rest and patience.  That's what I'm hoping for too, Big People.  That's what I'm hoping for, too.