It seems only yesterday. My mind was reeling as people in surgical gowns hastened all around me. I didn’t understand the meaning of being a mother back then. All I knew was that I was going to meet that someone who had been moving inside me all those months. All I knew was that I loved you before you were even born.
It has been five years precisely since. I watched you through your first word, your first tooth, your first step. I watched a magical transformation… from a blissful baby to a truly wonderful preschooler. Soon you let me discover things about you. What makes you happy, what makes you angry, and what gives you satisfaction. You allowed me into your beautiful world, and let me see things that I never knew existed.
I lived a whole new life through you. You cried, I cried. You laughed, I laughed. Hand in hand we went from playgroup to nursery to Junior Kg. Now you are in Senior Kg, and I can’t help but beam with pride about my lovely little girl who is growing up so fast. It seems as though every time I blink my eyes, one more year has gone by.
Not a moment of these five years, have I not loved you with all my heart. Not a moment of these five years, have I secretly wished to have you fused within me once again, so we can never part.
Now that you are five, there are some things I wish to tell you.
I may scold you sometimes for bad behaviour, but I still love you with all my strength.
I may sometimes behave cuckoo, as many grown ups do due to stresses, but I will never stop loving you.
I may not allow you to do or eat or say certain things, because I only wish the best for you.
You may or may not understand this now, but when you are all grown up and mature, you will realize why I did whatever I did. Try and accept me for who I am even then, as you do now.
I love you, my baby. And as long as I live, my heart will beat for you. And when I am gone, that part of my heart which is you, will live for me.
May God bless you with abundance.
Happy Birthday, love!