Holding her for the first time I couldn't imagine anything past that very moment. She fit into my lap and everything that once felt impossible still felt just a bit like that but truth was that this new little life was now part of our reality and new roles were being born right at that very instant.
Now six years later we are at the end of kindergarten. Prior to being a mother I would have thought that a graduation before heading to first grade was just a bit much but now that I find myself here I see the appeal. Not so much for her, but for me... a warning shot across the bow.... wake up and take it all in because as annoying as all of the warnings were, things do fly.
I look at this portrait and I see all of the contraptions built, the questions asked, the dance moves practiced, and the extra snuggle requests at night. She is so much of what I hope she becomes and I say a silent prayer that I have what it takes to fertilize this growing woman.
To all mothers, may we have what it takes to be a catalyst but not a driver. To be a teacher but not a dictator. To love but not smother their spark.