There are only three people in this world who can simultaneously make me tear my hair out in frustration while laughing: my sister, the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine and Frog.
She’s only 17 months but boy, that girl can play me. She rolls over with squeaks of delight when it’s time for a nappy change. She looks at me with a cheeky glint in her eye as she deliberately feeds food off her plate to next door’s dog. She delights in taking Every. Single. Book off the book shelf and then coming to find me to proudly show off her handiwork. Like I said, hair tearing frustration, but also a little bit funny.
I’m proud of this girl of mine. I made her, grew her and have been the main person to look after her for the last 17 months. She is now a confident, non-walking, stubborn, bright, comedian, with a penchant for Wind the Bobbin and making “woof” noises.
Things are going to change in January. She will take her next step into the wide world, without me at her side every minute of the day. But I’m proud of the non-toddling toddler she is and the little girl she is becoming.
And I’m proud of myself for being her mum.