Two years!
Last night it suddenly hit me: It was my last night as the mother of a one-year old. You are my last baby, and with you I have to say a permanent goodbye to all of the milestones. Your life will be a chain of sentimental nostalgies, everything we wave farewell to together is an eternal farewell to that part of my motherhood. It is sad, and it does shatter my heart in ways, but I am ready. And with you everything is tinged with such joy, so it is easy to look forward and greet the new times as we close the doors of what has been.
Today you are two. Two years of being your mama has taught me endless things - I thought I knew most of what motherhood contained with the three first babies, but with you in my arms I have stepped into unknown realms, and out of them, with power. And as it was from day one; what you teach me most of all is this: fearlessness. You are so raw and alive and you hold nothing back. I love that. You make me so happy and you drive me crazy, there is not a second wasted. You are hilarious and flirtatious and strong and clever and independent and hundreds of other things and I am so happy I get to be your mama.
I love you, my beautiful wonderful wolfcub! We all love you. Happy birthday!
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