Two days ago marked the 35th year of being a mother. I cannot believe I have been a mother for that long.
Thirty seven years ago, I was told that I had a very slim chance of having children. This news did not disturb me as I knew that I serve a God who can do the impossible. I knew that He was able to give me children even if modern medicine did not think it possible.
Thirty five years ago I received the impossible from God. Our sweet girl came into this world and the world has never been the same. I am thankful it has never been the same.
She is a mixture of both her dad and me, but, I think she favors her dad more. She has his wonderful brown eyes and her grandmother’s cheekbones. She is tall and graceful. Her hair is a mass of natural curls that have tangled all her life. They used to be a cause of great frustration for me, but now, I think they are beautiful.
She has some of me in her also. She snort laughs. She has a temper. She trips over imaginary objects that suddenly appear in her path. She is tenacious (yes, that also means stubborn).
Mostly, she is herself. She has faced obstacles and has moved on. She doesn’t know the definition of quit. I am proud of her.
This week I have often paused and thought of the past thirty-five years. I have seen much growth, in her and in me. I have seen her grow from needing constant care, to growing up and away from me. I have dried tears as an infant, a toddler, over skinned knees and skinned hearts. We have cried together, in anger and in joy and just because.
So, happy birthday Sweetie. You were an answer to prayer all those years ago, and today, you are still an answer to my prayers. May this year hold all the blessings your heart can hold, and may the only tears that fall be tears of joy.