My Baby and I

Dedicated to my baby:

My baby is named Shanna, means God is gracious. She calls me 'Momma'.

My baby takes baby steps, but sometimes I can hardly keep up with her.

My baby fusses loudly when time to get out of the bath, I tell her to stop, then remember I too loved to play in the bath.

My baby stands up in her bed when it's time to sleep, I give her a warning and get a kiss in return, my frown disappears and my heart melts.

My baby likes to admire herself in the mirror, whenever I look at her I see myself reflected in her.

She has my eyes, hair, skin and even her third toe is like mine, I never thought I looked so good but she is the prettiest girl to me.

She is very insistent in her ways and I see the determination in me coming out in her.

I wonder why she cried in the night - was she cold, hungry or teething. Or maybe she just wants Daddy and Mummy. She is after all, a baby.

My baby who just outgrew four pairs of shoes. Fourteen months ago her foot was the length of my pinkie finger, my tiny baby.

I get impatient when she eats really slowly and both of us are tired, maybe it's because she has only six teeth and a small mouth. Or is my cooking that bad?

I put her down with her toys and go off to do some chores, only to turn around and see her appear in my door with a cheeky smile on her face.

I am reminded that though I am busy with many things, to my baby, I am her world, for now. I am honoured.

I lie down beside my baby, she flips around and chooses the spot next to my face, pokes my eyes and nose, kisses me and falls asleep. I look on at her for a long time afterwards.

I see in her a miniature copy of me and her daddy, yet somehow better in every way, and realize she is our pride and hope.

Makes me want to be a better person, so she'll grow to be like her Father in heaven.

My first baby, a special place in my heart.