Oh so big at 14 months!

She walks now. And with fierce determination indicates her wants deploying all means of communication known to her - tears, smiles, jerks of her head, low grunts and soft purrs.

Many an hour in the dull work day is spent watching videos of her running up and down on tiny feet on Marine Drive and pointing at the sun dipping into the horizon.

She is a keen observer and cries till we let her have her tooth brush so she can brush her teeth like the grown-ups do.

Not much gives her as much joy as scraping up plates and bowls with a spoon and 'feeding' everyone in the room (or the kind gentleman in the seat next to us on the flight!)

And she loves to dance! Any music evokes squeals of laughter accompanied with careful swaying on unsteady feet - her moves are so spontaneous and so full of joy, a roomful of adults will get on their feet to join her.

She is growing into a fine young lady, with many more demands on my time and attention. Yet she no longer cries when I drop her off at her grandparents before work - I like to think there is a mature soul in her tiny being that tells her it is OK - Mumma is going to be back soon. She even cheerfully waves good bye to me. This is a start - a start to her journey into independence. There will come a time when she will not need me at all.

But till then, our home is our temple, where we worship our little one every moment of each day.

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Letting Go

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Becoming Momma

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