Today is the anniversary of the day I became a mother.
I don’t remember when she was first put into my arms, the birth was… well lets say eventful.
But I remember the last time I hugged her.
Today, on her 19th Birthday we will celebrate.
Separately but apart.
For the first time since that day, she will not wake up to the sound of me singing Happy Birthday in her ear until she opens her eyes and flails her arms around trying desperately to get the off key notes to stop ringing in her ears.
Someone else will be doing the singing.
Gifts will not be opened – eventually – but not on the day of her birth.
I will not prepare a special birthday dinner, she is going out with The Boyfriend.
But we will Skype.
And I thank our Lord and Saviour Al Gore for inventing the internet.
Happy Birthday my baby girl, I love you more and more every day.
You have grown into an amazing, wonderful, thoughtful and kind woman.
I am so very blessed to have you in my life and to be able to say I am your mum.