My first love
All traces of babyhood are gone. My girl is 3.
Just thinking how fast she is growing makes me emotional. She is my first love and first love has a special place in the heart.
The day I learned that I was pregnant, hubby and I started brainstorming for a name. We didn’t know the gender of our child, not until the sixteenth week, but I just knew it was a girl. Six sense, perhaps. I just knew. There were a few names we really liked – Faith, Lauren, Elora, and Sonia. I thought I might let the names sink in a little and decide along the way. We tried reciting different names to her and see if she responded. You wouldn’t believe, but she kicked when she heard “Sonia” and so we took it as a sign. Coincidence? Maybe. But it happened more than once. It was a sign!
On the eighth day of June, twenty twelve, she arrived. And we began our life as parents.
There were so much to learn. They say it takes a village to raise a child, they weren’t joking. Our first night with Sonia was particularly memorable. Like most first-time-parent, we were learning to take cues from our child’s cries. Was that a mummy-I’m-hungry cry or was that a mummy-I’ve-soiled-my-diaper cry? Was she feeling unwell or was she mere sleepy and grouchy? We alternated between feeding her milk and checking on her diaper every 15 minutes, rocking her on our arms, and playing different lullabies. We were figuring what went right and what went wrong, learning along the way, trying to build a bond and common understanding. It was a long long night but those short moments when we managed to coax her to sleep were precious. She looked exceptionally beautiful when she slumbered. Then dawn came before hub and I could catch a wink. Good morning, welcome to parenthood!
So, it wasn’t always a bed of roses but our hearts were always full, filled with abundance of love.
I remembered, on her first birthday, she stood up and started walking all by herself. My jaw dropped. If you could see through my heart with your x-ray-eyes, you would have seen my heart leaping with joy, dancing tango and doing a somersault. I was beaming with pride!
At about two-year-old, she could string a proper sentence, eat by herself,
demand request for her favourite food, articulate her likes and dislike, drink milk in a cup using a straw (although she still prefer using her milk bottle to a cup), match her clothes and shoes, scribble spontaneously, and climb up and down obstacles at the playground. And by two-and-a-half, she is fully potty trained and has been diaper-free for the past few months. Of course, there were the occasional accidents but still, I’m so proud of her!
I watch my daughter grow into herself each day. It just amazes me how much she has changed and will continue to change.
Happy 3rd birthday, Sonia. You are our sunshine and we hope we are yours too!
This year, for the first time, Sonia celebrated her birthday at school. Two months before her big day, we started looking around for birthday cakes. I was thinking along the line of Awfully Chocolate cake (because I love chocolate cakes) or some fanciful princessy cream cake or maybe Little Miss & Mr themed cake, but she took fancy of a Lego agar agar cake instead. Just in case it was some random choice, I asked her repeatedly over a span of one month and she remained faithful to her choice – LEGO cake. Well, it’s her birthday, she calls the shot! So we ordered the Lego cake.
We all had a great time at school. The kids enjoyed themselves and so did we. Finally, a big thank you to Teacher Fasha, Teacher Sze Ying, Teacher Gwen and all other teachers who helped out.