To my daughter

Saturday 5th April, 2.50 a.m.

What struck me, when you were born, was how much you were your own separate person, no longer an extension of me as you had been while I was carrying you in my womb.  Then, you were a part of me; you were mine.  When you came out into the world, I realised you were a stranger who I was meeting for the first time.  We had to get to know each other, little by little.

The day we came out of the hospital