On this day, seventeen years ago, you blessed the world with a little girl, although some joke and beg to differ. I don’t have the memory of being able to look back and share how many pounds she was, or how many inches, or whether she cried when she first saw the light of the world, and no, I didn’t get to hold her. Those precious blessings were reserved for her mom and dad.
When she came into my life, she was just a couple inches beneath my shoulders, but I could pick her up if I wanted to when we were horsing around. I was never the kind of person to be able to handle “girly” things, so it took some getting used to when I would shop for things she would like, pink things, young-girl make up, cute clothes, stuff that I had no interest in when I was in my youth and stuff that I never thought I would ever buy, as I always prayed for a son, and I was blessed with, even though he made it to Heaven before I did.
It didn’t take me long to figure out this “daughter” situation though, as natural instincts of parenting started kicking in, and then further instincts of parenting a girl kicked in, being extra mindful of those clothes and make-up as she grew older. And when boys started becoming more a part of her life, an over-protective nature started kicking in even more. Yet, along the way, over the years, I’ve fine-tuned those instincts and been able to reserve my actions and reactions, for the most part, so as to not actually just lock her up in the highest room in the tallest tower forever.
As you know, Lord, there have been a lot of struggles and trials along the way, some of which have gotten completely out of control. Emotions get the best of us when we care about somebody so much that we love them so much and get hurt by them at the same time, but thankfully, Lord, because of that love, we always have it to come back to, no matter what the struggle was.
And aside from the struggles, we’ve had fun. We have our memories, we have our inside jokes, we have our own things that we just know about each other and it’s okay, even if those things annoy us sometimes. Like when she follows me all around just because, even at the age of, well, now seventeen. But she’s been doing it since she was twelve, so unless I really don’t want the company…why say anything?
But, Lord, we wouldn’t have any of these things at all if you wouldn’t have blessed her mom and dad first with her. So thank you for that. And thank you for letting me be part of her picture. Amen.