I opened my eyes to a pink bundle of joy so many years ago. I first looked at you and you first looked at me. It was as if you were wondering... Where am I? And I remember wondering... What should I do??? As a new mom, all I knew was that I'd be a better mom than my mom. Yes! That's right! I said it!! Daughters are the harshest critics of their mother. I mean, don't get it twisted, I think the sun raised and set on my mom. However, I always had a knack for picking apart her flaws. As I began my odyssey of motherhood, I would learn and experience each fiber of my own mother's quilt. I would experience the joys of praise and the difficulties of discipline. I would learn that this little person in my arms, in her own way, would make me a better person. She would be my motivation to reach my life's goals, in order to provide a better life for her. In other words, SHE would teach ME.
In return, I would give it my all. I would give her a sense of security that can only be found in a mother's arms. I would give her a sense of self confidence higher than anyone's. I would give her a mirror so that each day she would see her beauty; and I would place a piece of gold around her neck so that when she touched it, she'd always remember her value. I would pour into her heart a sense of pride that would always keep her head up. And, lastly, I would add to her heart God's Peace. I would tell her stories of the great things that my God has done for me. And in the end... When I leave her... she will have my God to comfort her and keep her on her journey...
These things I have done for you Daughter - as my Mother has done for me...
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