My Lilipad
Lilianna Grace Walker. That name is the name of my happiness, my heart and my whole-being. When I come home from school the first thing I want to do is scoop her up and love the crap out of her. To this day it’s still crazy to me how she’s my kid. I just think about the fact of how I can create something so beautiful, and so meaningful. I can already tell she has a heart of gold, a soul that’s very colorful, and eyes that light a fire in my soul. My baby girl will forever have a special place in my heart. The best part about her is knowing she’s really mine, knowing that she doesn’t belong to anyone but me and her father. She is my DNA, but the love runs deeper than that. She’s already growing in the blink of an eye, her tiny chunky rolls and pot belly, her bright eyes, and perfect toes were created because of me. I’m so excited to see what kind of young woman she grows into. I can already tell she’s gonna be my smart, stubborn, durable, academically capable, beautiful daughter. Her beauty is endless, her smile is has a wonderful story behind it, and her personality is already blooming.
With my postpartum depression, the last thing I want is for something to happen to the love of my life that I created with everything in me. Every single day I fear of becoming the mom my daughter despises. I want to make the best life for her as possible. She will forever be my baby, even when she steps out of the door off to her new life far away from me. I want her to raise her kids the way I do and grow up into a beautiful young woman and mother one day. I want her to show her siblings how happy and great to be. I want her to be an amazing role model of the kids around her. My only wish is for her to grow into the young woman she wants to be. There won’t be one thing in this world that she does that would make me disown her, or hurt her. She will make mistakes, and learn from them on her own. Even though she’s only 2 months and 10 days, she’s already becoming the best version of herself she can be. To know this makes my heart happy. July 20th, 2019 will forever be the best day of my life.
With my postpartum depression, the last thing I want is for something to happen to the love of my life that I created with everything in me. Every single day I fear of becoming the mom my daughter despises. I want to make the best life for her as possible. She will forever be my baby, even when she steps out of the door off to her new life far away from me. I want her to raise her kids the way I do and grow up into a beautiful young woman and mother one day. I want her to show her siblings how happy and great to be. I want her to be an amazing role model of the kids around her. My only wish is for her to grow into the young woman she wants to be. There won’t be one thing in this world that she does that would make me disown her, or hurt her. She will make mistakes, and learn from them on her own. Even though she’s only 2 months and 10 days, she’s already becoming the best version of herself she can be. To know this makes my heart happy. July 20th, 2019 will forever be the best day of my life.