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Before You Can Pick Your Own Nose写给我亲亲宝贝Dear Son， Im writing to you when you are at the tender age of just 37 days old in order to take the time to reflect on who you are and to be grateful for it. You see， your dad and I realize that at this very moment in time， you are 100% dependent on us. We knew of this great responsibility once we found out we were pregnant with you. You need us to provide you food， shelter， warmth and all your basic needs to help you grow. You havent been potty1） trained yet， so your diapers are our responsibility. You rely on us for everything， but you cry and sleep and poop on your own. You even rely on us to pick your nose， which we still havent figured out how to do. And one day， it has occurred to me， you wont need us for anything at all. I have read so many mommy articles lately about the hardship of motherhood， with the attendant2） rah-rah3） over how many sacrifices moms make. And while I absolutely agree that motherhood has its challenges， I want to also appreciate the beautiful things about motherhood， because there truly are so many things that only you and I experience together. Your growth so far has made me realize so much about myself and about your evolution from our baby to one day， a self-sufficient young man. At some point in time， the things that can drive a new mom crazy will fade. So， for now， I will stop and find the beauty and joy in the smallest things you do. You cry and wail at the top of your lungs4）. I choose to be grateful that you are 100% healthy. Your lungs are functioning and until you can communicate with words， crying is the only way to let us know that you are displeased with something. And son， we hear you loud and clear. When you were born， you let out a cry that struck a chord5） in the hearts of both your father and me. And even though you cry mysteriously from time to time， your pitch and tone will forever be recorded in my memory. My hope is that as you grow up， your cries are r