Today is my firstborn child’s fifth birthday. I can’t believe it. I wish I could put into words how much she has filled my life and made it worth living. Everything about me that means anything at all can be summed up in one word: mother. Without that title I would not be me. It’s funny how once you become a mom how much these little humans completely consume your life. For me, it is kinda like life was in black and white before and then turned into color. Everything just became better.
My little girl, she is something special. She is sparkly and sassy and funny and full of life. She wakes up happy and loves to dress up and play with her mama’s makeup. She is everything I didn’t know I wanted in a little girl. Her wild, curly hair and big blue eyes crush me, but in a good way, you know? I tell her all the time that her face is my heart, and that’s true.
She has surprised me in a million different ways these past five years. I’ve had to reevaluate almost everything about myself in order to be the kind of mother deserving of raising this little girl. Every moment is a teachable one and that is so daunting sometimes. I don’t want to screw her up or make a wrong step, but I do. All the time! I say the wrong thing or make the wrong decision and the funny thing is, she doesn’t notice. She loves me unconditionally and is there really anything better than that?
My hopes for her are huge, but above all my wish is that she grows up and has children of her own someday and will know how much I have loved her.
One of my favorite quotes is from a book I read to my kids at night (and makes me tear up…every time),
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living,
My baby you’ll be.
Happy Birthday, my baby. I love you.