I remember the first day I felt her move in my womb.
I was lying on the bed in the spare room of my parents house. I needed a break from the madness that is Lagos and so I travelled up north to quieter climes.
My dad and his friend were conversing loudly in the parlor while I was tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position in which to fall asleep. I wished they would keep their voices down so I could sleep.
I lay still for a few minutes then I felt as if the entire contents of my midsection just rolled over in slow motion to one side. While I was still wondering what was going on, I felt her gentle tap-tap-tap.
I almost fell as I rushed out of the bed. I checked the calendar hanging beside the clock on the adjacent wall. 20 weeks! That’s five months!
I ran out to where Daddy and his friend were and amnnouced : “She’s moving! She just moved! Watch, she’ll move again.”
The young lady just went back to sleep, leaving us there watching and waiting!
Four months later, seeing her so pink and so tiny and so swaddled in so many layer of clothing and blankets… I burst into tears.
I had fallen hopelessly in love.
She has over the past five years, blossomed into an adorable young lady. She has such an interesting imagination and is very much inclined to the arts. She’s always changing her mind on what she wants to be. Today it’s Captain Adorable, tomorrow a pirate princess, the next day, a cowgirl. Teacher. Clown. Chef. Ballerina. Farmer. Artist. Bunny. Soldier.
In fact, I can’t keep up.
But one thing is certain. Everyday I look at her, I’m proud of the lady she’s growing into and I’m loving her more and more and more.
She’s definitely the kind of daughter I always dreamed of having.
January 8, 2010…. the day God blessed me with this angel.
I love you, darling daughter. Always and forever.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS.