This is how long I have been a mother.
You’d think in that time, I might have nailed the process a bit. But on the contrary….I haven’t stopped learning and growing. My girl on the other hand, has just about cornered the market on perfection when it comes to being a daughter, a sister, a friend. I couldn’t possibly be more proud that I have the privilege of watching her grow and helping to shape her into the remarkable young woman she is fast becoming.
There is something about knowing she has hit thirteen….THIRTEEN…that she is now a teenager – that has me tied up in knots. It isn’t as though I didn’t know the day would come or that she isn’t every bit growing in to her new ‘older’ self. It is that there is a part of me dying to keep her tiny – her curls wild, her chocolate eyes filled with nothing but trust, her hand seeking mine for constant comfort.
As I do every year, I dig deep, sit in my office alone and shed a few tears as I reflect on the child I’m lucky enough to know and offer a bit of what I hope will be wisdom she needs in the year to come.
Little Girl. Punky. My Mini…..
At thirteen you are every bit the treasure today you were when you were first placed in my arms 4,475 days ago. I’d like to think I know a *touch* more now than I did then…but good heavens – so do you.
By now, you have heard the story (ad nasueam) of how you changed my life, how I was beyond blessed to be surrounded by a brilliant team of doctors who decided to keep me here with you when I might have been lost, and how…even though I was too sick to hold you right away, I knew you were everything.
You were everything then. You are everything now.
By everything? I mean all that I hope a human being I raise will grow up to be – above all else – kind….but…little one, you are SO VERY YOU. And it is both a joy and honor to witness you make up your mind, have an opinion, fight for it, believe in yourself and fight for that, too.
You make me proud. So very proud.
This is how I see you and what I wish for you in the coming year:
Delightful. Dynamic. Dreamer. Deserving. All this – all you. You delight me. I love your heart, your enthusiasm, your sense of humor (yes, it comes directly from your father – what a beautiful gift!) Your energy is boundless, your heart for your friends is endless. You dream big, you go after those dreams, you add to your list and keep going. You deserve to keep succeeding and I’m here to help it happen.
That little girl who took my breath away thirteen years ago?
She still does every single day and I know she will continue to do so all the days of my life.
I love you, my Mini.
Happy, happy birthday.