Today my eldest child turned 20. I cannot believe its been 20 years since my little girl was placed in my arms for the first time. I kissed her head and said “welcome to the world little one”.
She was born at 2:32am, and when I was back in my bed on the ward, and all was quiet and dark, the nurse told me to get some sleep. Who was she kidding? I just stared in wonder at the dark haired little bundle in the crib next to my bed. I could not believe that she was mine, that she was finally here and that she was so beautiful. I felt like the luckiest person in the world and the rush of love was overpowering.
I was so proud of my baby and I loved to get her dressed up and take her out in her pram. I remember being really upset when people asked if I was babysitting my little sister or treated me like I was a teenage mother – I was in my 20s after all and thought I was so grown up. Looking back on the photos now I can see why they thought that – I looked about 15!
How those years have flown. As I watched my daughter blowing out her candles I still felt that strong protective love for her. What an interesting journey it has been. I can’t believe I’ve been a mum for 20 years now. Is there long service leave with this job?