When I had my daughter I never would have imagined then that this small angel would turn out to be my best friend. She is everything I could ever dream of asking for and much much more.
This girl has watched me struggle, cry, laugh, break, and come up out of the depths of despair and if she only knew that she is the reason I am still alive and breathing today she could use that to her advantage in anything. She wouldn’t, and that is part of what makes her so amazing and wonderful beyond words.
Everything that she has watched me go thru and most of it alone is not enough explanation for why she is so completely loyal, trusting, and devoted to me. I can’t explain exactly why that is or what it stems from but I know that is the only thing that holds me here sometimes is her undying faith and loyalty. Her absolute trust and belief in me even when I do not deserve it and I don’t believe in myself. She does She always does. And it never waivers.
That is why I feel like I need to do or say something before her next surgery so that she knows how important she is to me and how much I believe in her and am there for her just as she always has been for me.
This small but fierce firecracker is as strong as they get, but what has been aced on her shoulders is more than one person should ever have to carry alone in a lifetime and hers has only just begun. There should be an award or a holiday named after her with the grace and maturity she holds it all in and handles herself so impressively well. Only a few will ever catch the shadows that dance at the edges of her bright shining eyes and it makes me proud but lately it makes my heart hurt. For her. I raised a warrior and I knew that was what I aimed for but this one is by far the strongest, mist skilled earlier of all time.
I just hope that all the times I’ve managed to get in some real serious conversation that she truly hears me when I tell her she is not alone and does not need to carry this all herself and she doesn’t just shrug it off as just mom worrying about her.
I may have gotten it wrong when I thought I was training to be Wonder woman in the apocalypse. I’m pretty sure I am raising the girl who will become Wonder woman in the apocalypse. In my eyes however, she will ALWAYS be my little girl.
Bromom 