26 years ago I gave birth to my daughter. I was 26. She was born 6 weeks prematurely and we both almost died.
Today she becomes half my age. A once in a lifetime occurrence.
Looking back, there are things I wish I had said or done and others that I wish I had not said and not done. We have shared laughter and tears and we have also laughed and cried separately.
Together and separately we learned to take life moment by moment: If we have a bad moment, we do not let it define us – it will pass. If we have a good one, we savour it but do not get attached to it – it too will pass.
This morning, I spoke to her on the telephone as we both headed off to work. She lives 250 miles away from me and works as a doctor in a mental health unit. I am incredibly proud of everything she has achieved and the challenges she has overcome. I cannot wait to catch up with her in person in a couple of weeks.
Life passes so quickly. Make every moment count.