This coming February 2 my precious baby girl will be 11 years old and I can't help but feel excited and anxious. Excitement to see her become a good little girl, and anxiety because I want her to continue being my little girl, I don't want her to grow up anymore.
I still remember perfectly as if it had been yesterday morning the day she was born, that day when I was in the operating room I heard her cry for the first time and I was so excited that my heart almost burst to finally see and hear her.
They were 9 hard months, where the discomfort, the urge to eat, to urinate, not being able to sleep well certainly exhausted me and more for my classes at the university did not leave me time to rest so I had to work twice as hard.
Then to think about her name... Well I like María Eugenia, or maybe Blanca or Bianca... I couldn't think of another name that I liked, so after months I decided and with Bianca we stayed.
Later on we had to choose the day of your birth... the doctor and I debated whether it would be the 8th, the 6th or the 2nd... in my case I wanted it to be the 6th because that was my younger brother's birthday... but in the end the doctor decided it would be the 2nd and that's how it turned out.
At the end of the day these almost 11 years have passed in the blink of an eye. Everything has not been rosy because you are not born with a manual to be a perfect mother, but all I know is that I have done everything proud and happy.
I love you a world my daughter, if I would be born again I would certainly choose again to be your mother a thousand lives more, because you are the best thing that has happened to me in my life.
Love mom.
