Born early on a summer’s day to two healthy parents, a tiny little girl was welcomed into the world. A few days later she was taken to a house in the suburbs with a warm bed and food on the table.

At the age of one she was dressed in pretty dresses and had a beautiful big white birthday cake. Having survived her first year without problems this child was lucky. Many children aren’t so lucky, dying in the first month of their life.

At two years of age she had travelled halfway across the world to live but sadly caught a tropical disease and spent time in hospital. This little girl was lucky though because she had a hospital to care for her and she did survive.

At three years old, back in the United Kingdom this little girl was adored by her grandparents. She was taken for trips on buses and to the seaside for sticks of rocks.

At the age of four the blonde curly haired child was spoilt by her mother and grandparents, more toys than she could play with were given to her and she started nursery school.

At five years old and getting bigger now, she moved to the country but had already beaten a huge milestone by seeing her fifth birthday. In the poorest nations 158 children out of 1000 die  before their fifth birthday.

At six years of age, happy in her school she was taught new skills. The child could paint, do pottery and sew, this child never wanted for anything. She had survived chicken pox and measles.

At the age of seven this little girl was thrilled to get a healthy baby brother who was born in a clean hospital in the middle of an especially cold winter.

At eight years old this child, no longer blonde, dreamed of being a teacher spending hours at her blackboard

At nine, she celebrated her birthday in the garden with a Hansel and Gretal birthday cake whilst picking raspberries with her friends.

At ten years, reaching double figures, this child could read, write, do complicated sums. She would go on holidays abroad, swim, dance and walk to and from school with friends without a care in the world.

At the age of eleven this growing child, maturing and hormonal started at her new grammer school and wanted to be famous!

At twelve this young lady wanted to be a dancer, she had no worries about where the next meal would come from. She had rights!

At thirteen years old this girl would spend lots of time after school socialising with her friends.

At the age of fourteen years she dreamed of being a singer.

At fifteen years old this child, nearly a woman had her head in the clouds, dreaming of fame,clothes and boys.

At sixteen years of age although the dreams were still very important this young lady already knew that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

By the time she reaches her thirties she is no longer a child, a mother to five children she nutures them and keeps them safe. This woman teaches, licks wounds, protects and fights. She still dreams but those dreams have changed.  She knows that she was born to do something and feels lucky to be doing it every day of her life but she also knows she has more to give, she just hasn’t figured it out yet.

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8 thoughts on “Born to…

  1. Oh that’s such an awesome piece of writing. I hope that you win a spot and look forward to seeing you there xx

    Posted on February 15, 2011 at 10:29 pm
  2. Nova this is a beautiful piece! Loved it! It totally made me realise just how fortunate our children are.

    Posted on February 15, 2011 at 2:02 pm
  3. Nova! That was beautiful!

    Posted on February 15, 2011 at 12:12 am
  4. Oh this is beautiful Nova, spot on. I am so looking forward to meeting you! xxx

    Posted on February 14, 2011 at 9:51 pm
  5. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful Born to Write entry. Good luck with the competition.

    Save the Children

    Posted on February 14, 2011 at 4:51 pm
    1. Thank you very much Liz. 🙂

      Posted on February 14, 2011 at 6:50 pm
  6. What a beautiful, poetic, wonderfully written post. You completely carried me away on the waves of your words. You have captured perfectly the spirit of a girl, a woman and then a mother. Fantastic post! xxx

    Posted on February 14, 2011 at 3:38 pm
    1. Oh thank you, I was a bit nervous about posting so that means a lot. 😀

      Posted on February 14, 2011 at 6:50 pm