11 years today. I’m trying not to freak out that after the summer you might have been going to high school. HIGH SCHOOL. As everyone still thinks I look way younger than I am, I can only imagine how difficult it would be to have your high school teachers take me as your parent seriously. Then again, I think my feistiness would have come into action if needed!
I think this is the first year it has taken me this long to realise that the 16th January was approaching. Usually these posts I write every year are written way before now, and seem much more profound.
I guess time is a great healer.
I look back at the last 11 years and the journey you put me on. There is no doubt in my mind that had it not been for you, I’d most likely be teaching or working in an office. Instead, your presence set my life on a tailspin that I’d never have foreseen. Being pregnant with you, and the way I was treated and talked to by some medical professionals because of being pregnant with you instilled a new perspective and passion inside of me.
I’ll always be grateful for the lessons I learned at that time. Unplanned pregnancy knows no boundaries. No socio-economic class. No academic level. No age. And I thought my last resort would be much easier than it was. I felt ripped into two when you appeared in my life. I thought it was after your life was ended, but with hindsight I realise that it was the moment I realised your life had a possibility of existing.
I wonder what this day will bring. Last year, I received my application form to become a member of Girlguiding and start my leadership training. In previous years this day has marked unplanned ‘firsts’ associated with the work you got me into!
Hope that you’re having a party in heaven today little chica.
Don’t forget to dance the Macarena and make your Mamma Koala proud…