Let's just start with one of my
favorite subjects in all the world—my beautiful daughter. I look at
her and it never ceases to amaze me just how beautiful she is. I love
her eyes, her face, her beautiful dimples when she chooses to show
them. I love the curls of her hair, and the intrepid way she explores
our house. I love the color of her skin and the way it feels the next
day after a bath and some lotion. I love her calm ways and her
intermittent intensities that mark her learning.
I love the days, weeks, months and
hours that have passed in which I have gotten to know her more and
more. I love her “Daughter, your heart's not in that” whines and the
way she (every time!) throws her sippy cup to the floor from her high
chair, as if it was going to land a different way than it did the
last one-thousandth time!
I love her. I love her. I love her. But
you want to know something about this love? It was not instant. I
didn't feel what I feel for her today, when she entered our lives.
And the beauty of it? The pure beauty of it? I know I will feel
even more love for her tomorrow and the day after that, and yes, the
day after that. For that is the beauty of being her mother.
(This was my second take of the FMF prompt, and it was truthfully written in a little over five minutes, which is that italicized part at the end.)
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| My daughter's curls. (Spokane, WA, July 2013) |
2 comments:
Motherhood is the most beautiful gift in the world, isn't it? There's nothing like those little arms raised above her head with a smile and a "Mommy, up?" And to know that it just gets better? Amazing! It sounds like we're in similar places on our motherhood journey!
I agree with you so much. I have several grown children as well as teenagers and I can promise that you never quit loving them. It keeps growing and changing and is so amazing.
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