A Small Voice

It is hard to make important decisions when someone else is at stake. Today was a difficult day for my hubby and I. Well, it was harder for me I suppose. Our daughter's last day at daycare was today. We are moving her out of this daycare where she's been for over a year now. It's a bittersweet end. I won't get into to the issues but I have learned something from this. I am my daughter's voice.

It's quite eye-opening to me of the importance of my role and duty as 'Mama'. My daughter is almost 16 months now and I still feel like I haven't caught up with her. I'm still in awe at this amazing person and time has seriously flown by. She's still that little chubby cutie pie that couldn't sit up or roll over. I still remember getting up several times in the night and whether or not I should suck out the snot from her nose. For all those mom's out there, you all know how hard this was to do.

Today's events have revealed to me that I am my daughter's voice. I bet if she would say a complete meaningful sentence she would say that she's proud of me and thank you.

I love being her Mom. I look forward to her beautiful smile everyday and the accompanying twinkle in her eyes when she looks at me; our ritual tug of war over my jewelry each morning and the peek-a-boo games we play in between blow drying one section of my hair at a time. I can't help but laugh when I get to work and find dried oatmeal in my hair or on my shoulder. That little girl has tricks I tell you! I honestly think she does it for her own amusement.

To all you amazing moms, aunts, uncles, grammies and grandpas, remember this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Don't let a single moment slip by!