DD asked on her FB the other night if anyone remembered how they met her. She doesn't remember our first meeting because Darling Daughter was a new born baby. Her Grandma took some time off to be at home while her Daddy and Mommy were visiting from NY. I substitute taught Grandma's classes so she could be away. Grandma brought the little doll up to the school so I could meet her. She spit up on her daddy, and I instantly fell in love with darling daughter. I didn't know then that my best friend would someday be my husband and she my one and only daughter. I am still amazed how life works itself out sometimes.
We don't share DNA, but we have this connection that shall never be broken. MyGal is 2 weeks shy of 15, and it breaks my heart that I only have three years and a few months to mother her. I only started this job five years ago! I'm not ready for it to change.
I'm watching her chew her lip and try to GET GOING ON TONIGHT's homework. I see her lips singing along to the music but know she will never actually sing out loud if I'm around. I wonder what she's thinking and worry for her inside and out. I fret that I haven't told her enough that she's my number one. Even the love of my life, her daddy, comes in behind this chick in the race to my heart.
I missed out on pig tails and ribbons in her hair. I didn't get bottles and dirty diapers either. Maybe I got the tough years for both of our benefits. I guess the trade off is that I get the hockey, graduation and college years, the falling in love years, and the mom years. Lord willing I'll be up to the task.