My baby is just that… MY. BABY.
My baby is mine. I prayed, wished, wanted her to be mine. I held her tiny body and knew this was my destiny. Mine. I will be the one who makes the final decisions. I will be the one who stays up each restless night. I will be the one researching for hours on illnesses and products, techniques and support. I will be the one who worries incessantly. I will never stop loving, caring, or fighting for her well being. I will succeed because I will make it my priority. I will not allow myself to be swayed by bullies or busybodies. Because my baby is mine.
My baby is my baby. I will not try to rush her, compare her, or try to fit her in a mold. I will not despair when she is the last to accomplish something. I will not try to make her older than she needs to be. I will enjoy each stage of being a baby, toddler, child, and beyond. I will not despair when I hear about someone else’s “super baby.” I will recognize that being first is not always the best thing. I will let her be uniquely her. I will not allow people to push me to start or stop something early because they think it is best. Why? Because she is mine and she is my baby.
Belle, I will love you, cherish you, be your advocate, your teacher, your sheltering arms. I will be your mother.