Eleven years ago today at 6:45 in the morning, my doctor held Cady up in front of me so that I could see my new baby. She entered the word and made me something I always wanted to be, a mother.
Some days it feels like eleven years was a really long time ago, but most days, it feels like it passed in an instant. I still remember the way her soft, downy hair tickled my neck when tucked her head under my chin and hummed to her while rocking. I still remember her bouncy toddler curls tied with a bow that perfectly matched her outfit. I remember when she started school one tooth shy of a full mouth because she lost that first one right before school started. I remember when she stood on a stage in front of strangers and sang her heart out. And I remember all of those things, and more, just like they were yesterday when she stood in the kitchen regaling me with tales from her day at school.
This kid, my kid. This silly, spunky, won’t take no for an answer, stands up for herself and others, has no problem calling out when she sees an injustice, laughs at ridiculous things other kids her age do, beautiful, talented, creative thinker… I’m so proud of her.
Eleven years ago she entered the world and made me a mom. Every day since she has made me a better person.