This post is dedicated to my daughter. A little over a year ago I woke up in the night, my water had broke. I felt a calm wave rolling through my soul, a tingle of excitement, I was finally going to meet this little human who had been growing inside of me. For nine months our heart beats were one. For nine months we were connected in a way so honest and pure, no man could ever comprehend.
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For 273 days I talked, sang and rubbed my belly. Oh was there a lot of rubbing, creaming, oiling and sweet sweet loving. I grew with such anticipation to this day I could barely conceive it was actually happening. I had imagined how my lips would feel upon her cheeks. How her little fingers would grasp my index, how her soft skin would be. I had imagined our first outing, her first words, her first laugh, fist steps, first day at school, her first heartbreak, first time she would borrow my clothe, first sleepover… Eminently, all the first I would be bless to witness because she had chosen me as her mentor, her mother.
Nothing really prepares you to this immense love you are filled with. No books, no blogs, no phd’s only your instincts. I remember as if it were yesterday our first contact. She immediately stopped crying when our skin to skin bonding began, what a bliss. No words could ever describe these emotions felt in this occasion. If I could re-live any moment back in time, this would be mine. Forever.
She now is 15 months and full of life. Everyday is full of new adventures by her side. To my husband and I, she is the most clever little girl with such a big sense of humour with an angel face. She is our joy. When at night, she is sound asleep and we sit down to catch up from our day we always end up in one way or the other talking about her daily accomplishments, her laugh, her silly things she did that made us laugh, her tantrums and how much of a strong character she has. My only wish is that one day she knows how deeply we love her, how proud we are of who she is. Good or bad. How thankful we feel to call her our daughter.
From her little curls to her beautiful black eyes, from her perfect little chubby toes to her buddha looking like belly. From her juicy cheeks to her little bumbum. From her little hands to her beautiful smile, she is in many ways the reasons why I am waking up every morning looking forward to new undertaking. She has become my best friend, we do everything together. We travel, shop, bathe, eat, sleep, play, dress up, laugh, cry and above it all we are a family.
Happy 15 months of life Moro mou !
I love you
MUM XXX
For 273 days I talked, sang and rubbed my belly. Oh was there a lot of rubbing, creaming, oiling and sweet sweet loving. I grew with such anticipation to this day I could barely conceive it was actually happening. I had imagined how my lips would feel upon her cheeks. How her little fingers would grasp my index, how her soft skin would be. I had imagined our first outing, her first words, her first laugh, fist steps, first day at school, her first heartbreak, first time she would borrow my clothe, first sleepover… Eminently, all the first I would be bless to witness because she had chosen me as her mentor, her mother.
Nothing really prepares you to this immense love you are filled with. No books, no blogs, no phd’s only your instincts. I remember as if it were yesterday our first contact. She immediately stopped crying when our skin to skin bonding began, what a bliss. No words could ever describe these emotions felt in this occasion. If I could re-live any moment back in time, this would be mine. Forever.
She now is 15 months and full of life. Everyday is full of new adventures by her side. To my husband and I, she is the most clever little girl with such a big sense of humour with an angel face. She is our joy. When at night, she is sound asleep and we sit down to catch up from our day we always end up in one way or the other talking about her daily accomplishments, her laugh, her silly things she did that made us laugh, her tantrums and how much of a strong character she has. My only wish is that one day she knows how deeply we love her, how proud we are of who she is. Good or bad. How thankful we feel to call her our daughter.
From her little curls to her beautiful black eyes, from her perfect little chubby toes to her buddha looking like belly. From her juicy cheeks to her little bumbum. From her little hands to her beautiful smile, she is in many ways the reasons why I am waking up every morning looking forward to new undertaking. She has become my best friend, we do everything together. We travel, shop, bathe, eat, sleep, play, dress up, laugh, cry and above it all we are a family.
Happy 15 months of life Moro mou !
I love you
MUM XXX