Would I be up to the challenge? To help this little, wriggling girl know the difference between right and wrong, and to help her make good choices? Would I be able to share my knowledge with her without passing on the guilt of my own mistakes?
Would I forget to be so serious all the time, and teach her how to laugh? Would I teach her that the most wonderful places in the world are the ones you conjure up in your imagination? Would I show her how to be curious without being afraid?
Fourteen years ago, as all these things were crossing my mind, I could not imagine being here. Fourteen years on, with a daughter who now towers far above my head, but has the shyness of a child. One who is a giggling schoolgirl and an old soul all at once. We are a work in progress, she and I, and only time will tell me if I have done well. I think so, though, and so far I am very proud that of all the daughters in the world, God gave me this one. I am truly lucky.
Happy birthday, sweet girl. I love you.

Next thing you know, she’ll be grown with a career and kids. Don’t blink!
Motherhood is such a privilege and most days a joy. One of those adventures where you step off into nothing, hoping that your love, skills, and persistence will sustain you over the years.
May the next fourteen be easier than the last 14! (By next year you will understand completely what I mean!)