Me and My Girl: Dear Beckie

I’m having a gushy proud Mumma moment – would you mind indulging me for a second?

Dear Beckie,

Oh my goodness. What a roller coaster of a ride the past few months have been eh?

A whole year after applying for your first Law Clerkship role you have just been offered a graduate position in one of the world’s top ten Law firms.

YES. I KNOW.

Who would have thought it possible.

You, my little premature baby (born at 28 weeks) are amazing.

In a nutshell, Beckie was very poorly when she was born. I was told that if she made it through, the chances of her being able to compete on the same level as her peers was very slim. She would more than likely have speech, hearing and eyesight problems, for the rest of her life.

Not only did you survive, you have managed to defy the odds that were stacked against you.

I know I’m never short of something to say, but I’m still struggling to put into words exactly how ecstatic I feel at your achievement,

Proud doesn’t seem like a good enough word.

Even now two weeks later, the feeling of utter joy is still gushing through my veins.

I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

It truly is, a tidal wave of emotion.

LOVE  |   PRIDE  |  JOY  | ELATION | HOPE

When you called me with the news, you were already crying tears of joy. As soon as I heard you say ‘I’ve got it’ – I joined in.

Such a magical moment, that I have been lucky enough to share with you.

One of those moments that I would not have missed for the world, and one that will stay with me forever.

Of course, I shot my ass straight to Brisbane to celebrate with you.

This was definitely a champagne moment.

Dear Beckie

When I got back to the coast and was celebrating (yes, again – couldn’t let Jonny drink alone could I?) we were reminiscing on your amazing journey so far, not sure why but I started to let fear creep in and overtake the joy.

Fear that somehow our relationship will change.

Deep down inside I know it will, after all, you are a beautiful woman with ambitions to conquer.

My conversation with Jonny went back to the appointment I had last August with the clairvoyant.

As you already know, the clairvoyant talked a lot about your future.

I never told her you were studying Law – she told me.

She also said that she could see you throwing your cap in the air at the end of 2015 and that big things were coming your way.

At that point of course, we were all sceptical, because we still thought you needed to do an extra summer semester before graduating early 2016 – turns out, you didn’t need too – you had enough units all along.

During my reading, she said something that stopped me in my tracks and sent a shiver down my spine.

She said that you will be moving to New York in the next couple of years.

I know this has been a dream of yours for a while now.

Let’s face it – you’ re such a city girl.

You fell in love with New York the first time you visited – much to my disapproval of course!

And how about that spooky moment when we found out that the firm you now have a job with, actually has an office in New York?

Yes, I know, yet another one of those magical moments that we shared together.

Just for the sake of my lovely readers, I need to just tell them a little more about the clairvoyant.

It was not the type of reading where you have a conversation with a gypsy at a fair ground. This woman came highly recommended with a long waiting list. She didn’t ask me questions that I had to reply to. She just spoke to me very quickly about what she could see/was being told?

I had no chance to confirm or deny what she was saying, because she was talking at 100 miles an hour – I kid you not! To be completely honest, at first I had no idea what she was saying. It wasn’t until I got home and listened to the magnitude of what she had said, that I realised how good she was. She never once asked me if she was on the right track. It was like she didn’t need my approval. She was just telling me.

Dear Beckie

You moving to New York – well this alone, terrifies the life out of me.

Because I am such a worry wart.

I panic about your safety all the time.

I worry the ‘what-if’s’.

But I also worry about ME.

Me not having YOU close by. 

We won’t just be able to pick up the phone when we have a ‘you never guess what’ moment because you will be in a different time zone.

If you need me, I won’t just be able to jump in the car and be with you.

How will I cope without YOU?

Of course, you already know I would never stand in your way.

In fact, quite the opposite, I have always pushed you to step outside of your comfort zone and make your dreams come true.

The world is your oyster darling.

You are at the perfect age to live your life to the full, and that’s exactly what I want you to do.

I would hate you to look back and have regrets.

Especially if you felt I wasn’t on your side.

I can see the possibilities that will be open to you and to your career.

You must grab them with both hands, knowing I am your biggest supporter.

I will just run along behind you, supporting you any way I can, making sure your life is as perfect as possible.

Because my job as your Mumma is a lifetime commitment.

I promise to continue to support you every step of the way.

I promise to trust you to not put yourself in danger.

I also promise to let you have your own space.

While there is breath in my lungs though, I will always steer you in the right direction if you ever find yourself stuck, or unsure of what to do next.

I promise to always pull you back down to earth – if you get too big for your boots!

Holy cow Beckie, YOU blow me away every single day.

I truly hit the jackpot when you were born.

You are my little ray of sunshine. My baby girl. My world.

And I know we will never be far away from each other, no matter what.

Love you to the moon and back,

Mumma xx

Ps. you can tell I’m proud of you right? 😉

 

Bev,

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