One down two to go. Officially my parenting duties to Angel end today. It's a funny feeling. Everything people say to you is true: the years just fly by. You were still my little girl even 3 years ago. Now you are taller than me and a proper grown up person, kind of. There will be interesting times ahead: How do I parent an 'adult' who is still in school and still dependent? Did I sign up for this? I never thought so far ahead when I held my gorgeous baby girl in my arms.
We're similar and so different too. You love listening to music, you're artistic and creative - I admire your style and I'm in awe of what you can achieve with make-up, a hairdryer and a GHD. We both live on our laptops, but you makes videos that are viewed by thousands.
You've always supported me, and you say you don't need to lie to me. I so hope that continues. I think it will.
Your childhood did not turn out the way I would have hoped. Your idyllic baby and toddler years ended abruptly in October 1996 when Smiley was born. You didn't complain, you just gave lots of love and time to your tiny sister. I will always remember the day you visited the Intensive Care Unit in your fairy wings and white tutu. You waved your wand around as though trying to make the babies well again, and sang at the top of your four-year old voice: "To make them happy, Mammy."
You've always been thoughtful and considerate - even in the manner of your birth on the second day of my maternity leave at just 38 weeks. At 8am you signalled your arrival and I finally got to meet you 12 hours later. At just 5lb 3 oz you were a little scrap of a thing with a mop of black hair and I fell in love straight away. "Bring me back my baby!" was the first thing I said as they whisked you off to check you. Later you were taken to the nursery as was the custom then. I checked on you throughout the night: easy to do, there was a sea of babies in the nursery, but right in the middle was a teeny tiny baby with a hat on, to keep you extra warm.
Today you turn 18, and there's a lots of things I'd love to say, but I'm not great at expressing how I feel. If I was, I would like to have written a post like this, by auntiegwen. But there's one thing I do have to say:
Happy Birthday Angel!
Note: some of you may have seen this photo before, but sadly I've lost my scanner!