— As imagined by Mum

If my daughter wrote this blog post, let’s be honest—it would be a mix of adorable phrases, half-finished thoughts, and lots of requests for “ice cream tea.” But if I could take her bright little voice and turn it into something meaningful, I think it would go a little like this…

“Mummy says I’m smart. I think she’s right.”

I’m only three (almost four!), but I notice things. Like how there were no elephants at the Toronto Zoo. Everyone else was busy looking around, but I remembered. Mummy’s eyes went wide when I said that. She says I blow her mind sometimes.

I also say things like “I’m gorgeous”—because obviously, I am. Mummy says it so now I say it too. Funny how that works.

“I like pajamas, puzzles, and pretending.”

Getting out of bed? No thank you. Pajamas are cozy and perfect for everything. I’d wear them all day if I could. Changing into clothes is hard—unless it’s soft or sparkly. Morning time is tricky, unless I’ve got yogurt, banana, a bit of cereal, and some TV.

But once I’m up, I’m ready to go. I cook in my wooden kitchen set (I make amazing ‘ice cream tea’) and I build puzzles like a boss. Outside, I carry buckets around the garden pretending they’re full of coffee—grown-up stuff, you know.

My favourite place in summer is my blow-up paddling pool with dinosaurs on it. Mummy fills it up with buckets of warm water from the house, and I float around in my ring or bed floatie like I’m on holiday.

“Sometimes I’m shy. But Mummy understands.”

When new people talk to me, I get shy. I hide behind Mummy’s legs—she says she used to do the same when she was little. That makes me feel less weird.

But with Mummy and Gigi, I feel safe. Every night before bed, I ask if I can give them both a kiss and a hug—one for each cheek. I even do it in the mornings before daycare, just in case they need a little extra love before I go.

“At night, we read stories. Every night.”

Mummy always reads to me before bed. Even if it’s the same book as last night (and the night before), she reads it from front to back. No skipping. My current favourite is Bluey: 5-Minute Stories.

When she sits in my room and reads, I feel calm, safe, and happy. That’s our quiet time together, just us.

“Sometimes I don’t eat my dinner—but I always want dessert.”

Dinner is like a conversation. I like rice, yogurt, maybe some pasta. But I like chocolate buttons even more. So, sometimes, after I finish my food, I ask: “Can I have one for the road?” That means one extra chocolate button before I go.

Mummy says I’m a negotiator. I say I’m just smart.

“Mummy does a lot.”

She carries the bags. She drives me everywhere. She plays, works, cooks, and writes blogs like this one.

I don’t know it yet, but one day I’ll understand how many sacrifices she made to give me a better life. Even on tired days, she shows up. Even when I’m being loud, wriggly, or picky—she’s there, loving me hard.

That’s her superpower. Determination and perseverance. She doesn’t quit. Not when things are hard. Not ever.

“Mummy’s daddy would have loved me.”

Sometimes, Mummy talks about her daddy—my grandfather. I never got to meet him, but she says he would have absolutely adored me. I believe her. I hope he’s watching from wherever he is.

“Here’s what Mummy teaches me (even when she’s not trying):”

  • Work hard and never give up.

  • Family comes first.

  • Be kind and strong, always.

  • If something doesn’t go your way, pout (just a little), then keep going.

“One day, I’ll read all these blogs.”

One day, when I’m older, I’ll look back at this blog and see how much love, effort, and thought my mum put into everything. I’ll see that she wasn’t just writing for other mums—she was writing for me too.

So I’d understand. So I’d never forget how close we were, even when I was too little to explain it.

💛 From Mummy (the real author)

If my daughter could truly write this blog, it would sound just like this—curious, bright, full of humour, and deeply loving. She’s only three, but already, she teaches me just as much as I teach her.

Every day is a gift. And every bedtime story, sticky hug, or “one for the road” moment is a memory I hold tight.

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