How does a Mother even begin to tell her daughter how much she is
loved?
The pride that I feel when I look at you?
When you were born, and I held you the first time; the joy, the
love that I felt can be described only as "completeness."
As you made the transition from "baby" to the "terrible two's" I
don't remember them as being terrible. Rather as a step up the ladder
to growing up.
Oh, but that first day of school, now that WAS terrible.
For both of us.
For you, the fear of the unknown, of being away from all that was
life until now.
For me, the realization that my "baby" would never ever again be the
same. You were starting on a journey that would take you through the
rest of your life. And yes, I hid my tears from you, while I dryed
yours, but oh it hurt. A natural progression, but knowing that, it
didn't make it hurt less.
The years passed so fast, from baby, to kindergarden, to teenager
but they were always filled with pride.
And no, we both know you were not perfect (how could you have been
my daughter if you were without flaws)?
But the mistakes you made were the mistakes made by someone who
was growing up, maturing, learning. And you took your mistakes,
made them work for you, and make you the person you are today.
And since I am your Mother, I can say your mistakes were not really
mistakes, just errors in judgement. Sound better?
The teen years were hard, for all of us; but we survived them,
and I too grew as you did. I accepted you as a person, a woman, as
well as my baby, my child, my daughter.
So ends the spring time of your life.
And you enter into summer.
With the ending of the "years of formal education" you begin a new
journey.
A job.
Serious relationships.
Commitments.
Plans and hopes for a future.
You met that special guy, the one you wanted to share your life
with.
You married; a good marriage, a happy marriage, and after the
getting to "learn to live with each other" period was over, you too
decided to become a Mother.
Not only a Mother, but a very good Mother.
You gave us a beautiful Grandson that we love almost as much as we
love you.
And somewhere, between the time I first saw you, held you in my arms,
looked into those big blue eyes and today, we have made a transition.
We are no longer just biologically "Mother and Daughter."
We are friends, best friends.
Neither of us know "when" it happened, "how" it happened, but it's such
a marvelous feeling, we never question it. Nor could we tell others
how to achieve the same relationship.
I know part of it is your willingness to accept me as I am, as I
accept you, as you are. Knowing we both make mistakes, but that is
part of life. You don't judge me, and I don't make your decisions
for you. I try to guide you, BUT only if you ask.
I think it could safely be called, "mutual respect."
Whatever it is, however it happened, I thank God for it; I thank God
for you and I pray that you and your child can have the relationship
that you and I have.
As time goes by and you enter into the fall of your life; when you
look back through the years, remember the good times, the happy times
and put the bad times, the sad times, in proper prospective.
As bad as things may sometimes be; they pass, they are coped with,
and we have to move on.
You are wise, you know how to live your life to the fullest, and I
can only say:
I love you,
I am proud of you,
and Thank you for being my friend.
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