It just does not seem possible. I am the mother a beautiful twelve year old little girl. I have adjusted to having a big teenager… kinda… but my little girls are supposed to stay little girls.
Twelve years ago when we found out we were expected another baby we were so excited. We had just endured another miscarriage, and were thrilled when this pregnancy made it through the scary early weeks. We had an early scare during this pregnancy that involved 36 holes of golf in twenty four hours. I gave up golf after that.
Then came the “big” ultrasound. You know, the one where you find out “What” you are having — Just in case you think you are having a puppy. I REALLY, REALLY wanted another boy. I was terrified at the thought of having a girl. What would I do with one? I wanted four boys! What if it was girl just as graceful as me? What if? What if?
Well, I cried for over a week. I was terrified.
Then this beautiful nine pound one ounce little girl blew into our world. She was a delightful little baby,
and a delightful little girl,
and now she is turning into a delightful young lady.
I know that God had me teach first grade (something that I never intended on doing) so I could really learn to appreciate her. I did not know how likable she is until then. Everyone likes her! She is just a sweet little girl. She is almost always smiling. She is a good friend. She is compassionate. She is caring.
Sure, she has her moments… they all do. She is at the age that she has more moments then she used to.
But, she is just a genuinely sweet disposition. She loves Jesus. She loves her family. She loves her friends. She loves people.
What more could a mom ask for?