I am a parent. I have a beautiful, wonderful eight year old daughter. I can't choose just one word to describe her. However, I will say I believe I didn't know the meaning of joy until the moment she was born. I know she is destined to do wonderful things, because she already does. Put her in a room and people light up around her. She is captivating. She inspires me to be the best person I possibly can be. Note the word person. Not Mother. Mother seems too shallow and narrow-minded. She brings out the very essence of who I am, then in some way, I move forward as a person. A long time ago my husband told me he would be honored to be the father of my child. I must add its an honor to be her Mother.
Nattie and I have something that just feels like magic. God made me to be this little girl's mother. I just know he did.
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| My vision in purple before Church |
And now I'm jumping hurdles that seem surreal. Guidance Counselors. And my little girl has it all figured out, and does not like to be singled out. What to do? More to come. I must get ready for the happiness of skating.
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