Daughter

My daughter was born on a cold, stormy, winters day. I was in labor for twenty two and a half hours. Back then you didn’t know whether you was having a boy or a girl. It was a joyous surprise when she entered the world. How small, she had ten fingers and ten toes, the bluest eyes I had ever seen and was so beautiful, all eight pounds ten ounces of her. I named her Winter after the season and also because I loved the name and wanted some thing different. A name that would set her apart from all the other babies in the world.

She was and is my little girl ! The one I created, the one I had to love and teach what life was all about. I knew from her first breath that we were going to be great together, that we would always and forever be there for each other. I swore I would do everything in my power to raise her good and teach her all that I knew. My values would become her values.

There is nothing like the love of a daughter, she learns everything from her Mom. She begins to turn into a woman as soon as she can sit up. She begins when just a itty bitty girl, starting to walk and wanting to wash dishes, and wear your high heeled shoes. Playing dress up in all your clothes and wishing she was big enough to fill them out. The words that come from your mouth to her, now you hear her say to her brothers and friends in passing. The Eskimo kisses we shared together, the Mom daughter talks, and our shopping trips. You look at her and see yourself, not by looks but what she is becoming inside. What you are molding her into. Her long hair that I brushed for so many years. She loved her hair brushed. She used to crawl up on the couch and put her head in my lap and say Mom will you brush my hair. As I stroked her soft golden locks the love for her that flowed through me is unexplainable. One only a Mom would understand. All the cards she created for me, how important she would make me feel. She always thought about Mom. I was never left out of anything.

She grows and grows and soon she is a teenager, boys, dances, proms, and always she turns to you for your advise and wisdom. what shall I wear Mom? Does this color look good on me? Is it too short? What should I say? How should I act? Do you think he likes me? All of these questions you answer with love and tried your best to answer them truthfully. Her first kiss, her first heart break…Mom is there always to try to pick up the pieces and make her feel better.