i've never re-posted before, but i just love seeing pictures of my girls when they were younger, and i figure there's no better time for this kind of sentimentality than on their birthdays, when we as mothers - marvel at how the years have flown by.
this is a re-post from when my [now] 22 year old was turning 19
i've added a couple of her most recent photos at the end.
my eldest baby is now living away from home, has a wonderful boyfriend, is close to finishing her degree in design where she is on track for FIRST CLASS HONOURS.
i'm so proud!
love you sweetie!!!
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19 years ago today, i was 3 days from becoming a mother for the first time. i was 5 days overdue thinking (like all first time mothers do) that this baby was never going to come! i had waited for this day for 26 years and was so full of hope and anticipation for what lay ahead.
ever since i was a litle girl, i had dreamed of growing up, getting married and having babies.
i'm sure there would be plenty of pioneering career women clutching at their chests reading this, but i for one believe it's an honourable profession to raise your children well and set them loose on the world in the hope that they will leave their mark on the planet, just as we hope we do.
as i looked through the rose coloured glasses of my final days of my first pregnancy i had no idea of the tiredness, angst, fret, exhaustion, worry, anger, happiness, pride and sheer joy that the next 19 years would produce, and i am constantly in awe of my daughters.
as i write this however, i am quite sick of my family! well, to tell the truth, i'm sick of the sound of my own voice: get in the shower, go to bed, shut the door, don't say shut up, did you brush your teeth, empty the dishwasher, say please, give me a kiss, don't slam the door - you get the picture!
come monday though, all that will be (temporarily) forgotten as we bask in the glow of yet another family birthday.
i think we've done pretty well with our first born. got her to 19 years OLD (to quote her!) with only a few cuts and bruises and i just wanted to share these pictures with you all.
i never would have complained about my clearly tidy little bump if i'd been able to see myself 9 months pregnant with my 4th child 8 years later!
i remember thinking what a beautiful colour she was. pulled from me (footling breech) arms flailing all 8lb 12 1/2 oz of her!
no words are necessary...
tripping climbing onto a kiddy chair was all it took for these 8 stitches.
she used to have such a high pain threshold she didn't even realise she'd broken her arm til a week later leaning on it, she thought 'it was a bit sore'!
apart from that - she's in pretty good shape, although she now needs reading glasses to go with her distance glasses. i have to laugh because when we went to the specialist together, she was CERTAIN i would be the one needing glasses!yes, that's an american school she's standing outside of! i guess it was their open day?
first day of kindergarten. not sure what ever became of 'girl-who-does-weird-things-with-her-headband-'
fast forward 14 years, and all it takes is the blink of an eye...
happy birthday darling. love you lots!and a couple of recent pics:
3 generations
me and my eldest 2 girls two weeks ago as we were heading off to the chocolate festival
oh yeah!!!
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