This is it, sweet girl: the final letter of your first year.
I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself to make this the BEST letter of them all, the one letter that will be a perfect final chapter in the book of your first fifty-two weeks on this earth.
But there really isn’t a neat and tidy ending, because the adventure is just beginning. I still have so much to learn about being a mom, despite the last year being the most intense, exhaustive crash course of my life.
Motherhood has stretched my body to its limits, quite literally, and has permanently left its mark on me.
Motherhood has shown me just what my body is capable of, and I’m awed by its power.
Motherhood has opened my eyes to the magic of this world as I see it through yours.
Motherhood has torn me down again and again, humbled me and shattered me into a million pieces.
Motherhood has rebuilt me into a better person, a more patient, resilient, capable person with an iron core of strength that, frankly, I never knew I had.
Motherhood is a privilege and a responsibility that I choose to shoulder every day.
Because being your mother is a gift that I feel like I’m just beginning to unwrap, and I can’t wait to see what else is in store for us, sweet girl.