Today, my baby girl is three years old.
Three whole years. I can’t believe I’ve been a mother for three years. It feels like she was only born yesterday… but on the other hand, I feel like she’s been with me forever. I can’t remember what I ever did with my time before I had her.
She was born on Easter Monday, 2012. Five weeks early, and into a less than ideal situation. She had a few troubles at the beginning, but after almost two weeks in hospital she came home with me. Her father left us shortly after that, and we’ve been on our own ever since.
We’ve had ups and downs, and it’s not been the easiest time of my life – but it’s definitely been the most fun, the most rewarding, the most filled with love.
For all of March this year, I was recording on Facebook three things for which I was grateful every day. Every single day those three things featured S. She may only be three years old, but she has already taught me so much. She’s taught me to let go of what I think should be going on, and to accept what actually is going on. She’s taught me to roll with the punches and to come up smiling. And she’s taught me that it’s a bad idea for a toddler to play on a Leap Pad on a long, dark car journey.
She sleeps in my bed, and we wake up side by side – I’m often woken by a great big grin and “It’s morning time, mummy! I awake now! Not sleepy any more!” Sometimes the alarm goes off before S is ready to get up, and on those days I get “I still sleepy mummy, I not get up.” Either way, she is full of mischief and often spends a good ten minutes hiding under the duvet or demanding to play “taller taller” on my knees before we get dressed.
She went through a stage of making a noncommittal “neh” sound when asked a question, that could have been a yes or a no. I took to responding with “is that a yes mummy, or a no mummy?” The result of this is that when I ask her a question now I get “yes mummy” or “no mummy” which sounds incredibly cute, if a bit obdeient and creepy!
She loves to play with her stickers, spending ages peeling off the backs before sticking them onto a box already covered in stickers. She loves to do sticking and colouring, and often spends ages with a pen in her hand, getting me to hold her hand and help her to write her name. Just lately, she’s really into imaginary play. In the mornings while I get dressed she’ll pretend to be a dog, or stands on the bed “feeding the ducks.” She pretends to have a picnic with the things on the bed – even making a “sandwich” out of a clean nappy.
In short, I am the luckiest mummy in the world.