growing up
There are times I sit and marvel at my daughter, she has grown into a young lady and there is so much I want to tell her, to warn her about. She has the longest neck, so elegant, and the way she tilts her head she looks like a swan ready to take flight into the wide world and beyond. I want to hold her back, wrap her in cotton wool and never let her grow up. I know that's not possible.
Bella is strong willed, she is intelligent and she is wise beyond her years. I trust my daughter and I believe in her. I love the way she smiles, her whole face lights up, her eyes dance and when she laughs it's like music, cheering up even the darkest of days. She likes this boy at school, and I am honoured that she can share that with me. We spoke for hours last night. Cross legged on my bed, in our pyjamas. She's only 10 almost 11 but she is starting to change so much, wanting to know about things I guess I would on normal occasions be embarrassed to talk about. I'm her Mum, if I can't tell her, who can?
I still have a few years to go, thankfully with Con. He's still in the "Girls have Cooties" stage, which is fine with me. He still loves his Mum though, and when no one is around he wraps himself around me kissing my cheek and cuddling me tight. It's his smile, the way his teeth show when he gets that cheeky look in his face. I melt.
Bella is strong willed, she is intelligent and she is wise beyond her years. I trust my daughter and I believe in her. I love the way she smiles, her whole face lights up, her eyes dance and when she laughs it's like music, cheering up even the darkest of days. She likes this boy at school, and I am honoured that she can share that with me. We spoke for hours last night. Cross legged on my bed, in our pyjamas. She's only 10 almost 11 but she is starting to change so much, wanting to know about things I guess I would on normal occasions be embarrassed to talk about. I'm her Mum, if I can't tell her, who can?
I still have a few years to go, thankfully with Con. He's still in the "Girls have Cooties" stage, which is fine with me. He still loves his Mum though, and when no one is around he wraps himself around me kissing my cheek and cuddling me tight. It's his smile, the way his teeth show when he gets that cheeky look in his face. I melt.