You know, I sometimes doubt myself in this parental prance. I realise it takes a lot of courage to say that, but moreover, I realise it takes a lot of love from other people to feel safe enough to say it.
When I was pregnant, I remember thinking to myself that all I really want to do as a parent, was show my daughter love. To have her be unafraid to love. To have her feel love, every single moment of every single day.
Sometimes I wish I could do better, be more, have more time/money/resources to devote to taking Cam travelling/doing stuff/buying her everything her littlemassive heart desires.
But, I don’t. All I really have is me. And a legion of family of friends who guide me and support me and love us in a myriad of ways that never end.
So, after a divine day in the sun, with my family, and Cameron is tired and exhilarated by having had the day to hang out with her cousin and dance like crazy and try all my shoes on, and just be herself…
And she gets into bed and as she says her good night to me, she says
I love you. I love my family and my cousins and my friends and my teachers and the butterflies, and the bunnies . I love my daddy. I love my aunties and my uncles. I love my granny and my grandpa and my EveGranny. I love our house and our life. And mom, I love you for being my mommy. I love the whole world because I am in it.
My heart swells and I feel my eyes fill with happy tears as I turn the light off and tuck her in.
Of everything I have ever been and done in my life, being Cameron’s mommy is the best thing I ever did and do.