My perfect baba..

So when we got you we imagined how perfect you would be & what perfect parents we'd be.. as I'm sure all prospective parents do.  But boy were we naive!

We had our first "Head Master Office" Discussion this week.  Turns out when you're frustrated at school YOU BITE! 

First thing I thought of when she told us was how your dad & I mocked the lady @ the school we're hoping to send you to.  We went to enroll you because there's a waiting list as long as my arm.  One of the things she told us, with a very stern face is, "Biters are expelled!".  We shook our heads in utter dismay, ofcourse biters should be expelled... But when we got home we had a good giggle about the whole scenario! 

Moral of the story: Don't mock people..

So what is this perfect mommy of yours going to do?  Nothing!  Apart from giving you as much of a speech as you can give a 19-month old..  & Loving you to bits, teeth & all!

Turns out I'm not so perfect after all & neither are you.  Seem's I've got some reading to do on how to handle situations like these & you've got to learn some communication skills.   

Fact is though, as I was watching you go off with the nanny today to go play in the park I realised once again just how perfect you are for me!  You are happy!  And what more can a mom ask for? 

You've been happy & content since the day you were placed in your daddy's arms.  You smile & giggle & laugh all the time & you love how quirky we can be together.  I'm quite a serious bore on my own but with you & your dad I come alive!  Your dad's a bit of a nerd & to top it all he looks a bit chinese!  But to us he's the hero that kills the bugs & fixes things (& secretly dances like a crazy person when nobody's watching). 

You see, together we make the perfect family in my opinion.  Caramelle - Daddy our Portuguese but chinese looking hero, White Chocolate - Mommy! & Chocolate - you our little dark baba girl! We cover the whole spectrum of sweet chocolates, one of my favourite things!  We're my kinda perfect!

Baby girl.. I hope you dance!

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin'
Don't let some Hellbent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone?)

A Beautiful Song by Lee Ann Womack

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This song has always been a nice-enough-to-listen-to song for me.. but I heard it playing on the radio recently & now that you're in my life this song has taken on a whole new meaning for me. 

You see, some of us are behind-the-scenes kinda people, some of us are writers, some singers, some painters, but you my girl, You are a dancer!  It's a wellknown fact that African people have rhythm.  That's black Africans, just so we're clear, cause your dad & I have ZERO rhythm between the two of us :-)  But you, you've got the ability to sway those little hips of yours to the rhythm of just about anything in the pretiest way I have ever seen. 

And you find rhythm in Everything!  You'll hear a catchy advert & you'll start swaying away like the music is talking to you.  You dance to the tune of the wind & the waves.  And when there's no music, you make your own & dance to that..

My favourite dance to date is the one you do in the mornings.. You stand in your crib & dance to the song that daddy made up for you.  You stand, dummy in the mouth - cause you're a little grumpy in the mornings - & when one of us start to sing you'll start smiling your little dummy smile & dance.. whilst still in your sleeping bag!

I think what gets to me most is your confidence.  You dont care where we are or who is looking or what time of the day it is..  If you feel like dancing, you dance!  My prayer is that you will always have that confidence.  That you'll always find the rhythm in the situation & DANCE to it Danielle-style. 

Mommy loves you my little dancer. xxx