…Have been very KIND. And I have my first born to thank for it.
Eleven years ago, to the day, I realized how high my pain threshold was.
Over these past years I’ve realized the depth of a blinding, incoherent love.
Today I am overwhelmed by the thought of protecting the innocence of my first born. She is 11, and very excited to be growing up.
I don’t want her to be my baby forever, because I enjoy too much the lovely person she is growing up to be.
I just don’t want the essence of who she is to be diluted in any way: Her delight at the smallest things, her willingness to express gratitude for the simplest favours/gestures, her sensitivity towards self and others, the strong sense of family (friends included), her quick laugh, and ready forgiveness.
Thank you darling for eleven years of motherhood, which have been a breeze because of how oblivious you have been to my faults and how you choose to magnify my little successes.