
Although we were busy, we were having a particularly lovely morning, you know lovely in the way that the kids were both happy and cooperating, breakfast went well, clothes were all set out from the night before and so on. As I'm making my final round before packing everyone in the car, grabbing a juice cup for Grace and a bottle for Hudson, IT happened. (Why so much detail, you ask? Remember, I want to remember this moment forever and one of these days I'm going to have this blog printed into a book/scrapbook - there's a site that does that!)
Without so much as skipping a beat, dollie in hand, wearing her red coat and pink tights, Grace turned to me and said, "I want to be just like you Mama", flashed me a smile and then skipped along to wait for me by the back door just like I'd asked her.

I want to sing Jesus loves Me at the top of my lungs when I get in trouble. I want to wake up each morning and when asked if I had sweet dreams reply "Oh, YES! Yes, I did!" I want to believe with my whole heart so that when the ducks finally make their way to the roadside so that we can see them on the way to school 3 weeks after we first started looking, I can say "I told you they would come!"

I want to always think of others and share my food like she does. Every single time. Even if it means taking a half-eaten cracker out of her mouth to give it to me or her daddy, saying "You want to share with me?" except it's not really a question, it's a statement. One for which she never takes no for an answer, "Yes, you do. Here - this is for you." and then after you take the food she says "It was good, wasn't it? Want some more?"

I want to enjoy "just one sweeeeeet chocolate treat" (hershey's kisses) out of Mrs. Cheryl's bowl at school not thinking about the calories but just the taste "mmmm, it's so good Mama". And then run back to grab one more for Mimi or for Noonie who are waiting at home, always thinking of someone to share her food with.
I want to love and accept others even when it means giving away some of my time or not doing something I want to do. I want to always remember her love for her baby brother, the way she calls him "her little fella" and rubs his head, the way she always kisses and hugs him, even if it means great big bear hugs with her whole weight on his squirmy little body.


I want to open my heart to feel angels all around me like I know there are. I want to remember the day a couple of weeks ago that she was giggling in the other room and I asked her what she was doing expecting some kind of mischief and she told me she was talking to Abuelito (my grandpa who passed away in 2005). Doubting, I asked her "What did he say?" to which she replied, "Nothing. He just smiled at me." Doubting again, I asked her "What did you say to him?" to which she replied, "I told him I want the pig's very long nose book". That's as honest as they come. She has told everyone and I mean everyone about that book!
I pray that she uses her energy, her temper, her determination for good. That it helps her overcome obstacles that might deter others when it comes to helping those in need.


~Mama
3 comments:
Beautiful, (with tears streaming down my cheeks) you are a wonderful Mama.
My dear Daughter:
The circle of life continues... and manifests itself in countless ways, sometimes when you least expect it!
Reading this passage in your blog brought back so many memories of the way I felt when you were born...,while you were growing up...,and still to this day: such joy, such treasures, such responsibility.
I pray with all my heart and faith (and with tears in my eyes as I finished reading what you wrote) that God will always guide you to be the kind of Mom and person that you want to be.
Personally, I think you already are.
I'll never get tired of saying it: you are my pride and my joy! May God bless you always.
All my love, forever and ever,
Mom
Thank you both for your sweet words!
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