I have two daughters. They are the joy in my life. They don’t live close to me or to each other. One is on the west coast and the other the east coast. We are a seven hour flight away from our oldest and a seven hour drive from our youngest.
I never thought of our family being spread out like this. When they were little, I often thought of Sunday dinners around our table, picnics together in the summer and camping trips together on weekends. I figured that the house we raised the girls in would be the place that grandchildren would know.
Things don’t always work out like we planned them. But, one other thing I wished for my daughters would be that they would be happy and live the lives they wanted to. I wanted them (and still do) to discover their possibilities, to have their heart’s desires come true.
The girls are different from one another. Their personalities sometimes seem to be the direct opposite from each other. They have both said that they do not look like sisters.
My oldest is tall, elegant (well, sometimes she can be a klutz, sorry sweetie) and is outgoing. She brings a burst of life into any room she enters. She knows very few strangers as she makes friends easily. She will talk to anyone and will be able to talk about any subject brought up to her. She is a history fanatic. She loves anything to do with history.
My youngest is not as tall. She is quiet and reserved (unless around her good friends and I have heard she will dance on a table or two). She is a lover of literature and a teacher of children. She observes things around her and then will make a profound statement of what she has seen and learned from. She is the mother of Little Man and the wife of my dear son-in-law.
Both of the girls have faced challenges in their young lives. My oldest knows what it is like to be bullied. She had a year of middle school that was the equivalent of a year in hell. She was impacted by that in ways that I will never know or understand. She is a fighter and a survivor. I admire her ability to go through difficulties with grace and strength and then to succeed. That year flavored her life to a degree and has made her into the woman she is today.
My youngest was diagnosed with fibromyalgia during middle school. It did not stop her. She went through the rest of her school years with energy and enthusiasm. This too, made her into the woman she is today. She often reminds me that she is affected by fibromyalgia, but it does not control her. I am amazed at her endurance and tenacity in life.
Yes, my girls are different from one another. But, there are similarities in them. They love dearly and fully. They laugh often, especially when they are with each other. They have each other’s backs when it is needed.
I have thought about my daughters a lot recently. I have thought about who they are and what they have become. I have thought about the joy they have brought my heart and spirit. I am thankful for them. They are the true gifts in my life. They are the ones who bring tears to my eyes easily. They are the ones that prayers are uttered for throughout the day and night.
During this month of being thankful, I wanted to share with you the two whom I am thankful for. They have made me into the woman I am today. They have made me into the crazed woman who is gray and has laugh lines galore. They are also the ones who helped me become a woman who prays. I have come to know why a badger is protective of it’s young from my girls. I have learned that tangled hair hurts when being brushed out, and socks are uncomfortable if not put on the right way.
So, girls, I know you have read this. Forgive me for exposing some personal things about you, but those things have only caused me to admire and love you more. You are incredible women and I am thankful and proud.
Thanks for stopping by, DAF