Friday, May 7, 2010
Girl Child Vol II
I am there when you open your eyes in the morning and you smile. It does not matter if you are sick, hungry or wet. You smile. And my heart sings. You look at me with a sparkle in your eyes that I’ve never seen in another. I feel blessed and humbled at once to be known as your mother. And you are my girl child.
You wrap your tiny arm around my neck and softly nuzzle your face when I put you on my shoulder. My heart aches to think that you may not do this one day when you’re older. If I sit you on my lap you look up to me and press your hand to my face. Your love is in your tiny hand sending currents so strong, I have to stand still, in place. I am your mother. There is no other. And you are my girl child.
At times I lean in to you and give you kisses on that special place on your neck and I hear a sound that I cannot describe. Laughter and squeals of joy and happiness that seem like they won’t subside. I am your mother. There is no other. And you are my girl child.
We play together, laugh out loud. With every new milestone you make me proud. We cuddle and snuggle until its time for bed. Then it’s time to pick which book will be read. You wiggle in anticipation and can’t wait to help me out. Turning the pages and wiggling about. I hold you in my arms, look in your eyes and pray. You fall asleep listening to the praises I say. I am your mother. There is no other. And you are my girl child.
I know when you are tired, hungry or wet. Is it really possible that we’d never met? I can comfort you with the sound of my voice and a soft lullaby. And I know the difference of each and every cry. I am your mother. There is no other. And you are my girl child.
You act like there is magic in my touch. How is it that I can love you so much? To you my voice is sweet and soft though I know I can’t sing. It’s amazing the happiness that you bring. There’s always a production while we make it through the days. With each passing moment I memorize your ways. Each smile, each frown, each look of sweet concern. If you’re sad, hurt or fussy, all this I can discern. God has not yet made words that can describe the way I feel. But I’m so glad His promises have surely become real. You are special beyond words. Loved above any other. I can say without a doubt I’m blessed to be a mother. And you? You are my girl child sent to brighten up this place. With a twinkle in your eye or a smile upon your face.