I told myself I wouldn’t cry on your sixth birthday, but lied. I promise I am not sad. My feelings are a mixture of happiness, pride, and astonishment.
Was it really six years ago when I have birth to you?
When I held your tiny body in my arms for the first time?
When you cried for the first time?
My life has never been the same and I love you all the more for it.
Sure, we bump heads often, but I know your strong will and passion will take you far in life. Never stop questioning the world around you. Never give up. Be fierce, always.
We learn from each other every day. We bring out the best (and worst) in each other – but mostly the best.
It’s been amazing watching you grow from a teeny tiny newborn into a smart, kind six year old. Watching your progress as you learn to read and write, do math, and problem solve is exciting.
Who is this girl?
When did she sprout up so tall?
When did she stop needing me so much?
No, I’m not sad. I love you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. I love you to the moon and back. When you love someone with every fiber of your being all those emotions come out in tears sometimes.
I’m proud of you. More than you will ever know.