A is for Anna
The day my husband told me that in his native language the word for mother is mamina was the day I started yearning for a little voice calling me just that. Mamina.
It was a rough ride going from being a couple to being parents but less than a year ago, on a cold spring morning, a few weeks before time, I was wheeled into the hospital and a quick C-section later, a strong voice protested her eviction from a warm womb into a cold operation theater.
"It's you!" I exclaimed. She looked at me and blinked.
"Of course, it's I. And you are mine. My Mamina." She seemed to say. Of course my husband would say she was just blinking away the strong lights in the room.
Either ways, ever since, my daughter Anna has in a way only she can, led me through an assortment of emotions, life lessons and into a different phase of existence. She is truly my alpha.
This month is a little inheritance I leave for her. Though on some days I'm sure it will be a sanity check for me as well. Roller coaster....I've heard that's what parenthood does to your mind. Yes?