Hello baby girl,
You’re the pint sized tornado that hit me six months back and my world hasn’t stopped spinning since. Just between you and me, I have a confession to make. I didn’t prepare for us. I didn’t spend hours reading up on or researching the best way to mother you or raise you or mould you or any of the other millions of tips, advice or suggestions rampant both online and offline. I didn’t prepare because while all those people giving advice might have had a million babies and raised them a million wonderful ways, none of them have had you.
You, my darling, are a unique, incredible individual with a personality that defies any mould any one can come up with. Forget expert, I don’t claim to be even knowledgeable on the topic of baby rearing. What I am is learning. All-the-time. As I wade through dirty diapers, puked on clothes, sleepless nights and exhausting days, I get to know you a little bit more. Each day, each hour, each minute. And after each new dawn, I’m just that teeny bit less clueless, less lost. Only with regards to you. Hand me someone else’s baby and I’m as lost as ever.
I’m the mom who will forget to put clips in your hair so people know you’re a girl (It’s a real problem, I know) but I’ll remember to brush your hair….all three strands of it. Okay, okay you have five strands of hair. Let’s not get technical.
I’m the mom who’ll forget to pack your favourite toy when we go out but will sing rhymes nonstop for two hours to make up for it…in public…for someone who suffers from stage fright and whose singing voice is at best a tuneless croak the depths of my love knows no bounds. Must. Remember. The. Damn. Toy. Next. Time.
I’m the mom who’ll tell you stories of the intelligent, capable, totally kick ass princess who not only saved herself and the kingdom but also the hero by the end of the story. It matters not that you prefer to yawn in my face and play with your toes. I shall persist.
And while I’m that kind of mom, I won’t promise you that I’ll be the best mom you ever had (I’m the only mom you’ve got, love, and you’re kind of stuck with me) or a perfect got-it-together mom (At the moment, if I find similar slippers for both feet I consider that an accomplishment).
But I will promise you one thing. I promise to always listen to you…even if at the moment your favourite mode of communication involves shrieking in my ear. I’ll listen, pay attention and learn to do what’s best for you, for both of us and together…..together we’ll figure this crazy journey out. Because my baby, in a life littered with some insane highs and frightening lows, you are my most precious treasure and a masterpiece I have no hope of recreating in this lifetime or the next.
Love you always,
Your still pretty clueless mom