Today, my baby turns eight. I still have vivid memories of her as a baby. A baby who, even then was very strong willed, who made her displeasure known very loudly. She made me know that babies could get angry. That they too had emotions and mood swings. That babies did not just eat, poop and sleep. From the first moment, the bond between us was profound. I know they talk about fathers and their daughters and mine has hers lovingly wrapped round her little finger, but my daughter and I have a connection that is certainly heaven-sent. She knows, even when I try to shield her from my moods, she knows when I am sad, hurt or upset. As a baby, she would just snuggle in my arms and stare into my face, cooing quietly, as if to say "Don't worry Mummy, I'm here." As a toddler, she would just hug me and kiss me and say "Okay Mummy?" much the same way I'd hug and kiss her when she was upset. Now she comes to me and says "Don't be sad Mummy, okay? I love...
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