When I was twenty four I got some surprising news.
I was pregnant.
This threw me for a bit of a loop. Was I ready? Did I have what it took to be a mom? Would I ever be able to wear those hot new jeans I bought again?
I spent the next nine months reading, writing, making quilts, knitting sweaters and getting myself ready. It was scary. But it was also exciting. As the due date approached (and came and went) the excitement started to take over. I was going to be a mom!
At midnight on May 24th I went into labor. I gave birth to the healthy, beautiful baby girl at 2 am on May 25th. I was exhausted. But when the midwife nestled the perfect little bundle of joy that was the Fiend in my arms, nothing else existed.
For the last eight years I have watched her grow and change. I have kissed boo boos, read bedtime stories, cleaned messes and gave snuggles. Sometimes she’s sassy, sometimes she’s stubborn, but she is very much mine.
Being a mother to the Fiend is hands down the coolest and most important thing I will ever do with my life. Helping her grow into the best version of herself is a challenge of the highest order. It is a challenge I eagerly accept. And one that I take very seriously.
While a part of me wishes she would stay little forever, it’s exciting to see her becoming herself. Everyday is a new adventure. And it’s all so worthwhile.
Happy birthday Baby Girl. You are my favorite and my best.