Daughter's Birthday

When I was little, I always knew that I would be a mother. I played with dolls way up into the 6th grade. Took babysitting classes, babysat for A LOT of families and knew someday I would have my own. Since it is my daughter's birthday today, I just wanted to share some of my personal highlights about hers and my life together. I felt so fortunate that my muscular dystrophy wasn't extremely bad when she was born so I could raise her and be alone with her. She was the focus of my entire world and this may have been bad, but it was so good to have the time to read with her, play with her, love her. I remember when she was about 6 weeks old, I had her sitting in front of my between my legs and I started reading to her and pointing out objects in the book. She loved this and became so involved. Then it was the songs and singing and the rhymes. Everything about our world together was happy and fun. It really was she and I against the world. We were each other's safe place to fall.
22 years later, it is still that way. It's corny to say, but she has her wings now and is incredibly independent and a sweet and caring person. I love her sooo much and am very proud and thankful to be her mother. We've been through a lot together and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'm always there for her, but more importantly, she's always there for me when I need her.
Happy Birthday to my one and only, my daughter!