Ten years ago yesterday, I became a parent for the first time. My tiny baby girl is now a big, beautiful ten-year-old person, who comes up to my nose and will be taller than me before she’s thirteen. I can’t believe how much I love her, and what a journey the last decade has been.
When she was born, I had no clue, only hope. Her first night home was awful – she screamed for 12 hours while I kept trying to feed her and failed because her mouth was so tiny and I had no idea what to do. She now tells me she remembers that night – how? – and that she was trying to tell me what she needed, but that I didn’t understand her baby words.
Now I understand her words, thank God, and she mine.
Recently she sent me this:
I have no important reason to write to you.
I just love you with my heart.
You are kind and sweet.
And I love you more than cheese
I’m looking forward to lifetime of letters and love with you, my darling L.
And lots and lots of cheese.