Dear Jamaine,
One year ago, you saw the light of the world for the first time.
After carrying you and nourishing you for nine months, I could hardly believe that you were finally right before my eyes.
As I cradled you in my arms, I knew it was one of the happiest days of my life.
I remember how tiny and fragile you were. I couldn’t stop staring at your rosy face and touching your wrinkly skin. I was so amazed at how your dad and I could have created such a wonderful and beautiful baby.
During your first few days, I guarded you zealously. I could hardly sleep because I wanted to watch over your every move and whimper. I wanted to be there for you even before you needed me and I couldn’t imagine leaving your side.
I would feel a tide of happiness swell over me each time you opened your eyes and seemed to look at me.
I knew you couldn’t see me yet, I was a mere moving shadow with sound. But I looked right back at you because I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to feel that mommy was just always around.
I remember I cried on the first day I went back to work. I didn’t want to leave you. I was scared that you would feel so alone without me by your side. But I realized that it was I who felt lonely because you were not with me.
I played with you, sang you songs and told you stories whenever we were together. And I wished that we could jump to the day when you could understand every word I said and you could laugh when I said something funny. I wished you could talk, walk and play with me.
As you grew older,you became more challenging to handle but I realized that I was actually learning lessons from you.
As much as I wanted to mold you into the best daughter, you were teaching me how to be the best mother.
Now you’re a year older.
And you still amaze me in so many ways. You can walk, talk and play with me just as I wished you would.
You assert yourself more now and you seem to know what you want that sometimes I feel as if you’re growing too fast.
But whenever you reach for me when I arrive home or when you snuggle closer to me as you sleep, I know that you’re still my little baby.
I pray that you’ll grow up to be a fine young lady with a beautiful body, a sharp mind, a God-fearing soul and a loving heart.
I pray that you be blessed with all the best things the world has to offer: health, wealth, beauty, success and happiness all the days of your life.
And I pray that God will grant me more years to come so I can be there for you.
Happy Birthday Jamaine!
I love you so much my baby.
Love,
Mommy
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