Every morning, when I greet my 14-month-old daughter in her bedroom, arms outstretched, demanding to be picked up and taken out of the room, I marvel. Another ringlet at the back of her neck. Those ginormous, round eyes the colour of chocolate and fire. Recently, she’s discovered how to point at what she wants while staring at me impatiently.
She wants the world, and she wants it NOW.
Having a child is the best and hardest thing I’ve ever done. I used to hear people say that and wonder WTF they were talking about. Like, come on! It can’t be that hard.
Ha ha ha! It’s the hardest and best thing I’ve ever done. I understand now what they were all talking about.
The daughter who I pick up each morning is different to the one I put to bed the night before. She is older, wiser, smarter than she was the day before. The extra ringlet, the new word, the impatient tug of my hand as she leads me to new discoveries; all of these miracles remind me how fast she is growing up. How each day is a blessing. B.B. (Before Baby) I had no appreciation of the days melting into each other, and I thought I had all the time in the world.
She is the light of my life. I was always determined, but now I understand the importance of taking action to make the most of each day. To be who I want to be and do what I want to do. I want to show her all of the wonderful things in the world, and in the process, I get to discover so many of them for the first time myself.
She makes me want to be a better person. A more successful, grounded, compassionate, kind person.
My little spitfire – my impatient little adventurer – she is the best motivation I’ve ever had to succeed <3