So, I have a big problem…It’s seems inescapable…It feels bittersweet.
My daughter, Devaney…well, she’s quickly becoming a young woman. Hmmmm, I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for this part of the journey. She has (sorry for embarassing you, Mamacita) well, she has boobs. She has a booty, and hips to go along with it. She is taller by the minute…and more beautiful by the second.
I told her today that I wasn’t really sure that my heart could take it. She asked me if I would prefer she stay, forever, in the eighth grade…
“No” I replied…”I would prefer you stay, forever, in say, the second grade.”
She flashed me her lovely smile…I wanted to cry.
I want to change focus real quick now. I want to give props to my lovely mama, for she has survived this same thing…with six daughters. I love you Mommy. I’m so proud of you for making it through…I’m so worried for me to take the same trip…I hope I am able to handle it with the same grace and beauty.
Lord, with Your great wisdom and mercy, please guide Devaney and I both along this beautifully painful path…hold my hand, even as I am holding hers.
Thank You.
Oh what a sweet tribute to your relationship with your daughter. I love how you post a series of pictures to tell your story too. Thanks for including Mama C and the Boys here, and for your kind comments about the poem, and the blog–it is great to “meet” your family too. You have an amazingly gorgeous family. I look forward to reading more–and hearing about Antone’s job success! The story(next post) above made me so angry. I am so glad you shared it.
I cry less easy these days than I did when you were all growing up, but your posts always bring tears. I think it is because you take me back to the precious time of raising my beautiful children. I wish you all could still be under our roof and in the second grade, also. I love you so much and appreciate the sweet things you say about me. Love, Momma