When Azita was a newborn I used to stare at her and murmur “the precioussssssss….maman loves the preciousssss” in my best Gollum voice. I’m sure that had no ill effects on her whatsoever. Roger, on the other hand, was completely freaked out, but this isn’t about him. This is about my baby girl, who is now 2 years old as of, well 3 months ago (yes, this is a very-belated birthday post for my daughter).
Two years ago I had no idea just how much more precious she could be. I stared at her in amazement, mostly because when a person gives birth to a child it is so hard to believe that this little human was once the thing that kicked your insides just days before. It is so hard to fathom that you made this person — a living thing that breathes and moves and thinks and does so much more than anything else you will ever make in your life.
Over time things change. While I was one of those lucky mothers who had an instantaneous, deep love for my daughter when she was born, it was a very different love. Now I love Azita not just for what she is but also for who she is and who she is becoming.
My little girl is one of the most strong-willed people I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot coming from me because not only am I annoyingly stubborn, Roger is ten times more so. While this character trait frustrates me to no end it also makes me inordinately proud of her, because I know nobody will ever push her around. And, this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Azita is so smart and brimming with personality. At only 2 years of age, she has a sense of humor that surpasses that of many adults I know. She amazes me daily with her observations of the world and the connections she makes between the theoretical and the tangible. She loves letters and numbers and almost always has a book on hand. She loves music and is always singing, not just songs she has heard, but also songs she makes up.
And she doesn’t just have brains. She is nimble and fearless and already shows some athletic abilities of which surely neither Roger nor I can claim to be the source. She can kick a soccer ball the way it should be kicked and throw a ball to someone with actual aim.
In my eyes, my little girl is a marvel and the most beautiful person in the world to me. I stare at her sometimes and wonder how she could possibly be as amazing as she is. The best thing is that when I stare at Azita, she looks back. And when my precious looks at me I can tell that she loves me as much as I love her.