Ciao amore,
mamma ha latitato. intanto ti copio il post che ho fatto per il tuo terzo compleanno, che riassume tante delle cose che penso di te.
“3 years ago, just by coming into this world, you made me a different woman and human being. You taught me what love, strength, weakness, determination and sacrifice really mean! Thank you so much for choosing me to be your vehicle into this existence and through this life, till you will allow me and even when you won’t, I will still be there.. by your side as your sword, behind your back as your shield and under your feet as your foundation! I wish you strength, intelligence, humility, intuition, compassion, capacity to level up and even level down, when necessary.. I wish you the wisdom to pick your battles in order to always win your war.. I wish you enough perception of your self worth, that you can become wall to someone else’s disrespect… I wish you failures so that you will learn how to pick yourself and your pieces up and re-build your improved new shape.. I wish you to appreciate your cracks and your scars cause those are your medals.. I wish you to really get to know yourself…to be able to embark into that trip inside yourself that will really make you free… I wish you to always be thirsty of knowledge and avidly curious… I wish you to appreciate hard work…I wish you to appreciate a healthy lifestyle and to treat your body as your temple…I wish you success too and ambition.. oh ambition… God, your mama loves ambition… she loves to dive into the lion’s den… she didn’t always come out a winner, but damn she fought! So yeah learn how to fight for what you want… but respect the others. Don’t take anything and anyone for granted… remember that no one owes you anything… not even me. You owe to yourself though… you owe yourself respect, time, effort, sometimes kindness… well always kindness, but don’t indulge too much.. just the right amount. Believe in your humble self and don’t show off your swagging smirk… oh that smirk… I fall in love with it every time I see it and when I think I can’t love you more than this… well then I learn that I can love you more. I am crying just thinking about it. You were a great gift to me, Andrea… thank you for it all… I am honored to be your mother and your accomplice. Happy birthday, Andrea Maria (that’s how you call yourself lately.. even though you can’t pronounce the letter R like a proper Italian… 🤦♀️). Ti amo più del sole e della luna e di tutto il firmamento! Vita mia! La tua mamma!
Ps: ti volevo dire che, quando decidi di dormire e ti giri sul fianco con entrambe le manine sotto la guancia, e mi dici ‘good night, mama!’, ci vuole tutta la mia forza per non stropicciarti di baci e coccole e fermare il tempo per tenerti così tutta mia per sempre! ❤️ sei, senza ombra di dubbio, la cosa più bella che abbia mai fatto! “
