When I look at her...

Thursday, September 25, 2008

When I look at her...




I see a girl who will always be a little baby to me. She's so perfect. I see the birth pictures, and I am so happy I have so many because of how quickly the moment passed. I only pushed for a few minutes and then she was in my arms. She rubs my hand softly as she nurses and slowly drifts off to sleep. I lay there a little longer to feel her soft skin on mine and I kiss her head. The smell of her downy hair fills me with love and tenderness, and I squeeze her closer in a delicate hug. She sighs. I am so blessed! I remember the prayer I said to God asking for a daughter the next time I got pregnant. Here she is, another answered prayer. No teeth, still, so when she smiles, it's all gums! She's my little chunky monkey. Squishy and irresistible to kiss! I promise to raise her The best I can. I will be her guide, her friend, her mother, her teacher. I will never strike her. I will explain to her the birds and bees openly and confidently and intelligently. I will NEVER turn my back on her or ignore any plee for help she utters. I get to do it right. I WILL do it right. And I will ALWAYS be there when she needs me. No matter what. I love you, Lillian. My daughter. My Prayer.