Dear Little Daisy
Being a mum is hard at the best of times. It’s hard because “mum knows best”. I’m meant to know exactly what is best for you, I’m meant to teach you lessons and show you right from wrong. I’m responsible for bringing you up and transforming you into a little lady. The scariest thing to me, is how natural this all feels. I’m your mum and the love that I have for you is unconditionally strong. I don’t even have to try. Not like I tried to love that goldfish I bought a few years back. Not like I tried to love vegetarian food and water. It’s simple. I love you and you love me. There’s no in-between. We have the good and with the good comes the bad, but it flows.
Being mum to you means my heart is always full. No matter where I am I know that I have you. When I’m having a bad day I get to come home to you. Being mum to you means struggling to brush your hair every morning as you refuse to let me do anything with it. Being mum to you means bribing you to get in the car with surprise eggs. It means picking you up off the floor in Tesco’s when you’re screaming, it means a sigh of relief when bedtime makes it’s way round. But being mum to you means laughter and a heavy heart. It means no matter how wrong things go I will still have you. Being mum to you brings me so much pride, so much joy. Every night when the stars say goodnight and you point out the moon, I count my blessings because it’s you I get to wake up to. It’s you I get to spend my days with and it’s you who has absolutely no idea how loved you are.
I love the interest and attention you pay to the moon. You get so excited as you spot it in the sky. I’m not sure why this makes me so happy, but it does. It’s the constant. The moon is always there, some nights you’ll see it peeking through the clouds, some nights you’ll see it barely through the fog. Some nights you won’t see it at all and some nights it’ll light up the sky. Though I love to travel and explore, I will always seek constant. And the moon is our constant.
I love you there and back.