Day Seven - Someone who has made your life worth living.
There are too many people I could say this about.
My Mom, who has always been an inspiration to me.
My Dad, who even after he was gone, always left me wanting to be more like he'd been.
My Husband who has never given up on me no matter how psycho I've gotten.
Honestly though, if I HAVE to pick one, it would have to be the one any mother would choose.
My daughter.
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I had pretty much decided I didn't want to have kids. I don't really do that well with them until they're into tattoos and piercings and talking about grown up stuff. Not that I don't like them or anything, I've just never really been into hanging out with the wee ones. I do okay with them when I am with them, but well, you know what I mean.
I'm not revealing anything my husband doesn't already know so don't feel bad for him. My first thought was pure terror. I was pregnant.
For three solid months I cried. I was horrified. I didn't really want to be pregnant at all. That changed the very first time I felt that little life inside me move. A single push against my stomach and I was in love. My pregnancy (other than the tears) was picture perfect. No morning sickness, no missed sleep, I only gained 19 pounds which I lost three of with the flu the week before she was born. Eating was no problem because all I wanted was watermelon, popsicles and white grapes. Perhaps that's WHY I only gained 19 pounds, or maybe it was because my german doctor threatened to not deliver the baby if I gained over 25, who knows.
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From the moment that little girl was born, she became my life. I started striving to be a better person because I was HER mother, and I wanted to be everything that would make her proud. What I didn't know then was that it didn't matter to her what I did for a living, what I looked like, or anything else. She loved me for being me and that in itself was a lesson in love.
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Now with her being an adult, getting ready to graduate and start college, there's just as much to look forward to, even if it's different than the pretty little smiles over the sides of her crib. It just goes to show that being a mother never changes, just the experiences that go along with it. Once a mother, always a mother, and that my friends, makes every single day of my life worth living.
And now, the mandatory Mommy Pride option. Pictures. The Kitty Princess.
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With my Grandfather, 1995 |
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Horse Show, 1999 |
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One of my fave pics of her ever. |
And now I'm done. Thanks for ooooh'ing and aaaaaah'ing appropriately. :)
6 comments:
they do make you better and your life better and worth living. *sigh* i love my boys i wish i could wake them up and go snuggle them!!
Ooooh! I love this. It almost brings tears to my eyes, knowing how much mothers love their daughters. i know my mom and dad love me just as much!
Hi Donna! Such a wonderful post!! I didn't/don't have a very "typical" mother/daughter relationship with my momma & I am blessed with 2 boys, so I enjoy reading about mother/daughter relationships, they make my heart smile! Glad to be reading writing again....also, fyi, I have an award on my blog for you, from awhile ago... http://mamasherri.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-dance.html...Happy Friday:)
ps..please let your daughter know that I think she is so, so pretty:)
Wait. What? You were pregnant?! OMG! How did this happen? I thought you found kitty under a cabbage!
Donna, she is so beautiful! You definitely raised a great girl :) It makes me think of how my parents look at me. I know they feel the same way.
You're wonderful!
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