I know that I’m not the only one that gets emotional over their kids, often for no reason at all! My children are truly a blessing to me and I am forever grateful that God saw fit to make me a mom. I literally wrote this on the spur of the moment while in the car after I dropped my daughter off to school.
I turned around and mouthed an “I love you” as I watched her drag her rolling book bag behind her as she hopped out of the car. I followed the moving cars ahead of me and I glanced over at her as she walked towards the school. She gave me a five-fingered wave and went inside. It was in that tiny moment of my daughter waving good-bye to me that I realized how blessed I am as a mother. I had just dropped off a mini me, features and attitude included, to her school. Only recently had I struggled with my role as a mother.
Was I raising her right?
Was I creating a positive little human?
Would she be just like me or the exact opposite?
Would my bad qualities trickle down to her?
I wanted to turn around, run after her, call her name, hug her to my chest and tell her how much I loved her. I wanted to tell her that she saved my life. Having her young, I wasn’t on a clear path but her very existence steered me straight. I wanted her to know that I’d give her the world and that I would go to the ends of the earth for her. I wanted her young vibrant mind to comprehend that because of her…. I am. As I pulled into traffic headed to the 5 day a week rat race, I couldn’t help but to pray to God that my baby girl, my sweet loving 7 year old knew that her mommy was trying her best. That despite the long days, the headaches, the dark days, and everything else that makes life interesting as well as hard, that I loved her beyond a shadow of a doubt. I loved her beyond comprehension. I loved her to life.
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