Sunshine is 7. She and I have a unique relationship. Not that we do fun mother-daughter things or exclude the boys in anything. Our relationship is deeper than that and one that she will never realize until she has children of her own. Sunshine is the one who made me a mom. She is the one who had all of the firsts. I found out I was pregnant and had my first ultrasounds with her. It was her kicks I felt for the first time and her hiccups I felt in the middle of the night. She was the one that I labored first with and had the doctor announce the sex of the baby. I pushed and out she came, a screaming, slippery little thing, weighing in at 7lbs 7oz and 19" - I was a mom. In less than a blink of the eye, I was a mom, somehow there wasn't a baby and then there was and I was a mom. I had cried and laughed and held her in disbelief. I had created this. This was my husband's and my creation. We were the sole caretakers of her, the ones responsible for her, the ones to protect and shelter her. We would be the ones to take temperatures, kiss ouchies, change diapers, look for monsters under the bed. Just like that, I was a mom and she was my daughter and she and I would forever have this unique bond.
Now she's 7. No longer a baby to others but always a baby to me. I will always want to protect her and take away all of her pain. She is seven. She is growing. Every day she is growing but for now she is still a little girl. She still loves her horses and playing pretend. She still lets me pick out her clothes. She still gets upset about small things, because she's seven, and she's supposed to get upset and sad about things. One of her best friends is still her dog.
Happy birthday to my little girl.