Hi, sweetie. I know I haven't written in a while, and I'm feeling pretty guilty about it. We've had a wonderful time since my last letter, and I'm hoping I can get back to recording all our fun soon. But in the meantime, I wanted to explain something to you.
Everyone has a basket that they carry around with them, and that's where they put the various things with which they can cope. The size of your basket will vary throughout your life - sometimes you'll be able to cope with all kinds of things, and at other times, you'll feel like you can only cope with a few things.
My basket is pretty small right now. I'm making sure that there is always room in that basket to put "being a good mommy" and "spending time with Moe" and "creating a safe and happy home." As a result, there isn't much room for things like "writing Moe's letter" or "taking and editing photos of Moe."
The size of my basket is never your fault, and what doesn't fit into it isn't your fault, either. I love you, and your well-being is my top priority. I hope I'll be able to write to you again soon.
Loving you as far as a TARDIS can fly,
Mommy
