A mother's journey with her daughter

A mother's journey with her daughter

When her child is born,
God has blessed her with perfect love
The child is a daughter
Sent from the angels above.

You nurture her and love her with all your might
Day and night, day and night
You hold her in your arms and gently rock
As the hours tick away on the clock.

She learns to walk and talk
And play house with her dolls and toys
She starts school, gets friends,
Has crushes on all the boys.

The teen years come, the panic sets in
Your heart beats fast from deep within
The attitudes come full boar
Rolling eyes, tantrums, and the slamming of the door.

Tempers flare, tears are shed
Many a sleepless night are spent in your bed
"You're not being fair" is shouted out
While she goes to her room to pout.

Then, as you have reached the end of your rope,
Your hair has been pulled out, your nerves shot
She waltzes in and gives you a hug
And hands you the rose she just bought.

You remember your mother telling you
The curse heard by all so true
"I hope you have a daughter who is just like you,"
"Just like the one that I do!"

She is a young adult now, the empty nest is here
You weep softly, you want to say 'don't go', but don't dare
She has to spread her wings and fly like the angels do
As she moves out, in her, you see you.

You remember back to the diaper days
When you couldn't wait for her to grow
She is on her own now
Breaking your heart to see her go.

You ask for guidance and strength
As you say your prayers at the end of the day
"Did I do a good job Lord" you ask,
"Yes," the Lord says, "You've done ok."

Stumble It!