With apologies for the poor inexcusably awful image editing, I introduce you to the newest member of the Bas~Melech family:
I was also going to honor her in this post with a poem, but of course I composed it on Shabbos and...sigh. So I'll leave you with a motherly muse instead.
To TLP:
In the past, you knew only comfort (I assume...): warmth, nurturing, safety. Now you cry in desperation - you've found a world of hunger, cold, loneliness. I could let you cry a little longer. You won't starve or freeze. Really, you're OK. That's life, you'll get used to it eventually.
But I don't. I couldn't. I run to answer your every whimper, to make sure your needs are met immediately, to comfort you however I can.
Why? I know I can't protect you forever...
Maybe it's to make sure you know the feeling of being cared for in this world, to make sure you know such a thing still exists, so one day when I'm not here for you anymore - or when, despite my efforts, the harshness of the world comes to bite - when you'll be called upon to just believe that Hashem is taking care of you and it's all OK, you'll already know what it means to trust. Remember somewhere deep inside how secure you feel right now; that's where you want to come back to in due time.
It's OK, I'm here, as soon as you start to cry I'm waiting to scoop you into my arms and give you what you want.
(Now that you know that, can you please calm down so I can go back to sleep?)
Love,
Your Mommy
P.S. You are the cutest thing I have ever seen. Ever.
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