She's graduating soon, and I can't believe how fast the time has gone. She's ready and excited…and so am I, but it's bittersweet. Because since the day she was born and wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, and I could see that her eyes were brown and not blue like her sister's, I knew she was a unique person of her own. Once again, I understood the concept of unconditional love—including Your love.
Thank you for making me her mom…and trusting my hands to care for this little human's life when I had no clue what I was doing.
This parenting journey has been the hardest, funniest, most terrifying, inspiring, holy mess…and there are a lot of parts I messed up that I wish I could do over. Please forgive me for the times I was exhausted and bitter and wanted to give up. Forgive me for yelling a lot. Forgive me for not paying attention. Forgive me for forgetting things.
Forgive me for all of the mistakes I made as her mom. And please help her forget this stuff—or at least help her forgive me if my failures screwed her up. Hopefully you can turn the consequences into something positive—like the development of grit and resilience. She is a very strong, vibrant, and determined girl, and I thank You for making her that way, even though we have trouble seeing eye to eye. She was always the feisty one, the one I 'butted heads with' the most with her strong will.
Thank you for the sweet moments, too—there were so many of those. The day that Fluffy the rabbit died, and I couldn't stop her tears. When she accidentally tumbled down from Dad's shoulders in the grocery store at three years old, and landed on the floor on the back of her head. We rushed her to the emergency room. She was okay. The triumphs and disappointments during her gymnastics years. The fun of the countless drives to Lake Owen sports camp in scenic Cable, Wisconsin. The meets, the travel, the cheering when she 'stuck' her floor routine. The beautiful performances she blessed us in with her dance recitals. Those few years she played the viola for Northwoods Strings. Hockey. The State Championships in Madison. Soccer, and the good friends she has made. I'm probably the proudest of the fact she is simply a good friend to so many.
I look back at it all, and could not be happier with this gift- 'my Christmas present' I like to call her, since I went to the hospital in labor with her on Christmas Day, and she was born 10 minutes after midnight on Dec. 26. She is my pride and joy, my middle child. Being the middle child was not easy- her brother was born when she was nearly seven, and when she was usurped from her spot as 'the baby' I could sense her loss and jealousy. She needed to worked hard to secure her place in the family- not the oldest like her sister, not the baby like her brother. And did she ever!
I love her so much. Thank you Lord, for giving this wonderful young woman for me to raise.