When I was 20 and my daughter was 3, things were very difficult. I was a full time university student doing a demanding course, she was....well, she was a three year old. It was a long, cold winter and we had very little money.
One day, at the start of March, we took the bus to the nearest swimming pool, twenty miles away. It was closed for renovations. The treat I'd saved for was ruined.
We took our squashed sandwiches and walked to a nature reserve outside of town. I had no buggy, and after we'd fed the seagulls, we started to walk back
My daughter was tired, I was tired, what a day.
I put her on my shoulders, cars whizzing past, feeling tired and poor and useless. She started squealing with joy- in one of those ridiculously clichéd moments, a rainbow had come out, the mizzle had cleared and the sun was splitting the clouds. She grabbed my hair and yelled "race the rainbow, Mummy! Gold at the bottom!"
I started running, galloping, pretending to be a horse, the people commuting home must have thought we were mad. We galloped into the bus station, collapsing with the giggles, and I cuddled her on the bus home, and we had hot chocolate and lots of stories that night. Strangely enough, things started to improve massively after that
That's always stuck in my head though - a perfect snapshot of my daughter, always wanting to go faster, to discover more, enjoying the journey, my brave, golden girl who always sees the bright, good things in the world. I am so lucky to have her, and being her mother is and always has been the best thing to happen to me