Our daughter recently turned two...
In amongst the excitement over the balloons, the assembly of a teepee at midnight and the regrettable decision we made to give her chocolate for breakfast, I took a moment to think what that means to me as a Mother...
In the blink of an eye, she has gone from my tiny baby to a little girl, with her own mind and sense of humour. She makes me burst with pride and is kind and loving and funny. She has brought out a strength in me I never knew I had, any parent that has lived through the sleep regression can tell you that, but at the same time, I have never felt more vulnerable!
I want to hold on to every moment, to slow everything down. As time hurtles on ruthlessly, I know that I need to capture as many moments as I can before she grows up and replaces our cuddles with her independence.
I can keep lock of her hair from her first big girl haircut and take a million family photographs but how do I save the sound of her little voice as she sings to herself in the morning and the warm smell of her after a nap? I will have to just hope that my memory saves the details and breathe her smallness in for as long as I can.
I want to share with her the importance of self acceptance and to celebrate peoples differences without prejudice. I want her to be rich in love. I want her to be strong and yes, dare I say it... independent, but I also hope more than anything that she will be lucky enough to experience the level of love that I have for her and some day, when she's ready... become a Mother herself.