She is in Grade 1 ballet now, and this is her second year in this and jazz. She had on her new blue (grade 1) leotard, her pink tights and her ballet shoes. Her hair was in a high bun, all slicked back and ballerina like.
I watched her doing her ballet moves, and was blown away by how graceful and poised she was. She is quite tall and her posture was perfect. I really thought she was (is) beautiful. Wasn't it just yesterday I struggled through 25 hours of labour to birth my first baby. Just look at her now.
Sometimes, like this moment, I wonder how I got so lucky being a mum to three beautiful healthy children. And sometimes, I still find it hard to believe it's me, when they call me mum. Am I really a mother? Do I really have this amazingly scary and important role to play? I am the centre of their universe and at times, that in itself is scary.
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