A new baby has arrived in the family—soft and delicate, with tiny fingers, little toes, and a sprinkle of dark hair, like gentle brush strokes on canvas. My daughter, captivated, gazes at this little miracle.
“Mama, look! She’s opening her eyes! Mama, look! She’s moving her fingers! Mama, look! She’s falling asleep!”
“You were once that small,” I remind my daughter, my vivacious six-year-old with her flowing curls and scrapes from her adventurous play. This is the same little girl who can tie her own shoes, wield a knife and fork like a pro, and even reads—yes, really reads—before bedtime. She swings across monkey bars and rides horses, marveling at the tiny life before her.
“Mama, will you teach me how to care for a baby?” she asks, eyes glued to the sleeping infant.
“You mean, right now?”
“No, when I’m older. When I’m ready to have my own baby. When I’m a mama.”
Before I can respond, her curiosity continues, “Mama, who showed you how to be a mama?”
That question takes me back to a time six years ago when I would sit by her crib, counting the gentle rise and fall of her chest. I remember those nights spent nursing her, the endless moments of calming her colic cries, and the joy of watching her take her first steps into my arms.
Sadly, my mother passed away before I had the chance to become a parent, and I often wished for her guidance during those early days. There’s a profound loss in not sharing that sacred transition from daughter to mother with her.
Yet, I had other remarkable women by my side—my mother-in-law, in particular—who offered invaluable wisdom during that tumultuous first year. “Try swaddling her like this; it worked wonders for my baby.” Or, “My son always needed to be held upright after nursing. Maybe that could help.” Their insights were life-saving, but none compared to the lessons taught by my daughter herself.
Through every coo and cry, she showed me how to comfort her, how to nourish her, and how to cherish every small victory while softening her falls. She taught me how to elicit laughter and wipe away tears, nurturing her into the wonderfully kind and imaginative child that stands before me today.
“Sweet girl,” I say, “there is one person who has taught me everything I know and continue to learn about motherhood. It’s you. YOU are my greatest teacher. And one day, when you become a mother, your baby will guide you just as you have guided me.”
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In summary, motherhood is a continuous journey of learning and growth, shaped by the love and experiences shared with our children. We learn from them just as much as they learn from us, creating a beautiful cycle of nurturing and discovery.
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