Representing from My Side

I have so much to be thankful for in this world.  Watching my child get a late card from her Uncle meant so much to me.  I sent him a picture of Nattie a week ago, and you know, I think he's so happy to just be someone's favorite Uncle.  I blink back tears in wistfulness though.  I wish so terribly that my side of the family thought to send her a card.  Any kind of acknowledgement they were happy to know her.  But they didn't.. they wouldn't ... and they never will.

It hurts so much that they can't see her.  It hurts they don't want to make an effort to bridge a gap to know someone so wonderful.  She could change their lives.  They are missing the magic of loving her.  I would feel sorry for them if I could.. but I can't.  I've had too many dreams shattered in wishing for events that just won't happen.

I guess its selfish of me to be so melancholy about it all.  I know how happy it would make me if they took that chance, and I want that feeling.  I want her eyes to light up for my family, I wish they would.  So mine could light up too.

My one comfort was my niece that came to her party, but it was so chaotic we couldn't spend time visiting with her.  At least one person from my side of the family represented.  There is so much more though.. a history I wish I could make a difference in.  If they only could see, but they can't because the walls of the past don't allow little girls purchase in their hearts.  What a shame for them.