How was my struggling, stumbling life ever so honored as to allow me to present you to the world?
For Daughters Day, September 26, 2019
To my firstborn, heart of my heart, sheroe, strong and tender, woman of Olympic class mothering skills, Also, the editor who brings my work from the muddled shadows of what I'm trying to say and makes it pop! And so much more... I love and admire you beyond any sentiments words can express.
I aim to start each day with a gratitude list of ten things. Today it says Krystal, Krystal, Krystal...
The day they brought you to me in the hospital, you looked into my eyes with a conscious presence. To my new mother's heart, your eyes said: "Here I am. Are you up to the job?"
You continue to challenge, inspire, and lift me up. Our differences always make me question, and that's where I want to live, in the queestion.
You don't let me get away with a shred of b.s. Your boundaries make me a better person. Your influence extends to everyone in my life, even when you're not around.
Thank you for the role you play in making me the person I am. Thank you for the courage it took to make me a grandmother, and to continue your chosen journey of parenthood.
The lyrics from an Elton John song come to mind:
"...And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
Having you as my daughter enriches my life beyond description, more than any amount of riches could ever do. How was my struggling, stumbling life ever so honored as to allow me to present you to the world?
P.S. I was figuring out how to word the part about my gratitude list, and picked up my phone. At that moment it said 10:10. I know airy-fairy interpretations aren't you thing, so I'll leave it there.