Well, here we are. The final day of my 30 Day blog challenge, and the day I write about the very most important thing I want Little C to know.
If I do nothing, nothing else as her mother, I want her to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I loved her.
From the moment the little line appeared on the EPT, I loved her.
The day we saw her little heartbeat flickering on the sonogram screen, I loved her.
The first fluttery kick I felt, I loved her.
The day they laid her in my arms for the first time, I loved her.
The second night in the hospital, when she cried and cried and we were so tired and at our wits’ end, I loved her.
The early days after we came home, while I was trying to figure out feeding schedules and napping schedules and when in the world could I take a shower, I loved her.
The first time she smiled at me, I loved her.
The first time she said “mama,” I loved her.
When she took that first tentative step before crashing to the floor, I loved her.
The first time we went to the doctor for an ear infection, I loved her.
Watching her daintily eat her cupcake at her first birthday party, I loved her.
When she says “OK,” never “yes,” I love her.
Listening to her sing her ABCs and count to ten, mostly in order, I love her.
The nights she doesn’t feel good, and we have to sleep on the couch, I love her.
When she gets mad and tells me “no,” I love her.
When she plays with Big C, or her grandparents, or other kids, I love her.
When she tells me my necklace is pretty and counts “one, two earrings,” I love her.
When she gets a boo boo and tells me to kiss it, I love her.
Listening to her “read” books to herself, I love her.
The first time she throws up on me, I will love her.
When she gets ready to go to kindergarten, I will love her.
When she wants to go play at a friend’s house for the first time, I will love her.
When she has her first crush, I will love her.
When she has her first broken heart, I will love her.
When she becomes a teenager and I no longer know anything, I know I’ll still love her.
When Big C teaches her how to drive, because he will be much better at that than I am, I will love her.
When she graduates from high school, I will love her.
When we drop her off at college, I will love her.
When she gets her first job, I will love her.
When she brings home that special someone, I will love her.
When we pick out her wedding gown, I will love her.
If someday she calls to say I’m going to become a grandma, I will love her.
And if none of those things ever happens, I will still love her in a way I’ll never love anyone else, because no one else will ever be my firstborn daughter.
Little C, my little farm girl, I want you to know, more than anything else I could ever teach you, that I love you.
Love, Momma
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