Each year when we celebrate your birth, it is a joyous affirmation for me. An affirmation that I did indeed carry you inside me, nurturing your growth. I labored fast and efficiently with you, bringing you into this world on a clear crisp November day. I remember your loud cries and big eyes as if it were yesterday. I can still clearly see your father's face as he saw you for the first time. His smile lit up the world. My relief at holding you was palpable, the tension of the previous moments gone. I remember the details of your birth; how much it changed me, how it empowered me, how it put me on the path to work in the birth community.
6 years ago you made me a mama. I look at you now and I could burst with pride. I see a strong-willed, sweet, affectionate, spunky little girl. I love your passion, your tender heart, your fire. I love your artistic style, your flair. You are so much like me and yet so very much your own person. It is surreal to have you, my first baby, the walking/talking extension of myself, forging your own path. I love that curling up in mama's lap can still make everything ok.
On your special day my love, let me tell you my wishes for your life.
I wish for you to always hold on to that warrior spirit you have.
I wish for you to always be aware of your value.
I wish for you to set goals and follow through.
I wish for you to fail sometimes, so you can learn.
I wish for you to find your passion.
I wish for you to be kind and gentle until you need to be fierce.
I wish for you to know you have roots and wings.
I love you, my sweet Punky girl. Thank you for teaching me to be a mama.
