Looking through old photos, I found this one, taken three years ago today.
Ronja, three years old. My heart sinks by the look of the little troll. To me, being a mother is a constant process of sorrow and joy - sorrow because you keep losing your child, she grows out of herself and into another all the time. And of course, joy because it's amazing fantastic mindblowing to be a part of her life and to welcome her into all the new phases she's entering, and have the privilege to be the one who's guiding, loving and supporting her.