4 years ago you was delicately wrapped and placed on my chest. I can remember like yesterday looking down at your vernix covered button nose. The teeny tiniest nose I’ve ever seen. Your long sloth like fingers wrapped around my thumb.

You’ve shown resilience to the point of stubbornness towards every conquered quest life has presented you in just a short amount of time.

Your quirky personality captivates everyone in the room, as your white frizzy curls bounce, peggy toothed smile or your whacky noises that are so individual to you. You’re overly animated facial expressions speak all the words, so you don’t have to. Your zest for life and enormous boundless energy make you brim of affection, attitude and curiosity. The feistiness is almost humorous when you scrunch that near non existent nose. Your incredible vitality and thirst for trying to learn and adapt to new settings and skills set by educational professionals.

I never thought it would be possible to be as proud and feel my heart ache at the same time when we’re sat at another hospital appointment for the 3rd day in a week. When you allow another strange face to be greeted with your shining energy as they point out your unique flaws. Every Tuesday is our day, every Tuesday that goes by I beam to the point I could cry as I soak in and cherish every ounce of your forming character, to love a being from the bottom of my heart as much as I do with you.

I wish I could freeze the beauty in the moments because this year your little personality has flourished and shown us plenty.

So now you’ve entered into your 4th year, a year of independence awaits you, as you start big girl school. We’re not sure where that will be just yet. But I know for one, you’ll move mountains where ever you’re meant to be, never be afraid to look back my darling because Mummy and daddy will always be there to cheer you on as you set off on your big girl adventure.

My little seed has grown, you’re no longer a shoot, you are the most beautiful flower that shines and radiates the sun on everyone around us. And every day, you bring new meanings of trials and tribulations.

Published by Mothering Silence

A late twenty-something mother of two boys and a profoundly deaf diva of almighty sass. In between splitting spontaneous sibling wars, curiatimg pillow forts and channeling inner superheroes. Mothering Silence documents a brutally honest truth of the trials and tribulations of motherhood. (The toughest hood.) Here you'll find the weekly ramblings of the rollercoaster life of my journey in motherhood. *Please note my style of writing is tongue in cheek.

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