There’s something about a mother-daughter bond that words cannot describe. She was the one who gave me the beautiful role of “Mommy.” She stole my heart from the very beginning and showed me the true meaning of Love!
This girl of mine surpasses me daily on her will to do, love, give, and help in anyway she can. She really is simply amazing. I have no doubt in my mind that she will grow up to be an amazing person who helps this world be a better place.
She always goes out of her way to make sure those around her are happy. She helps her brother learn about academics, hygiene, cleaning up, and eating right. She’s a mother hen for sure. She says hello to everyone she sees, with a huge smile on her face. She worries about those less fortunate than her, and always tries to plan a solution for them. She puts others first. Always.
She is awesome.
She is so very much like her Daddy. She’s the definition of Daddy’s Girl! She lost a piece of herself when he died. And no matter how I try, I can’t get that back for her. She misses him. But her words would never give that away. Her sadness is quiet. She hides away from his death. And I can’t blame her. I’m 38 and am still heartbroken over losing my Daddy. So badly, I want to break that shell for her. But I can’t. And I don’t push it. She needs her space. I get it. Nonetheless, it breaks my heart. Part of her sweet spirit is disappearing before my eyes. All I can do is love her. And I do. So very much.
This girl that I get to call my daughter, is one of the bravest, kindest, and most independent girls I’ve ever met! She is my hero. And I hope I am hers!
I feel confident that I am a lucky lady to have two of the most AMAZING people to call my children. We are one! And I am doing the best I can to make them better than me!
I know, deep in my heart, they will be just that!