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I love you, baby girl.

I always have. 

I always will. 

I am so proud of who you are and what you have become.  I love you and Alex forever and always. 

While you may no longer be a baby … you’ll always and forever be my baby girl.  

Happy birthday, baby girl.

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New Year's Eve

New Year’s Eve is when most people think of partying and celebrating and making resolutions for the upcoming year (generally resolutions that will never make it more than a few weeks).  To me, however, for the past 24 years, New Year’s Eve has been a much more personal reason for celebration.

I’m not one for going out drinking till I drop or driving with the idiot DUI crowd.  If I get together with people, it’ll be close friends and neighbors, and none of us plan on driving far.  This year, for example, we’re going to dinner with wonderful neighbors early in the evening, and then we’ll be coming back home where we can just walk between our two houses.  There are no roads for other people to drive on between the two houses.

However, the *main* reason that I celebrate and have celebrated for the last 24 years is my daughter’s birthday.  Kara was born at 5:47 PM on December 31, 1988.

She is one of my best friends, my pride and joy, my baby girl.  She grew up riding on my hip, going to her brothers’ Boy Scout Meetings, Little League games, soccer games, and my meetings when I was PTA president or whatever political thing I was doing at the time.  She grew up riding on my hip with me speaking into a microphone, so it’s not a surprise that she grew up with a love of being on stage – speaking, dancing and performing.  She grew up as a cheerleader.  She grew up in dance classes.  She grew up to receive a scholarship, accepting it publicly on stage at the age of 18, in front of several thousand people, reading her winning essay to all in attendance.  She grew up to major in Communications/Public Relations, graduating last May, cum laude.

She grew up riding on my hip, going in and out of the hospital, visiting her now deceased brother.  She grew up watching her oldest brother struggle with ADHD, Tourette’s Syndrome, and OCD.  She grew up in a car seat with a box of juice and a container of Cheerios, cheering on and supporting her brothers.  She grew up watching my first marriage struggle.  She grew up watching it collapse.  She grew up watching her dad and me go our separate ways.  She grew up watching Roy come into the family, accepting and loving him as her step-father.  She grew up knowing life can be tenuous.  It’s not a surprise she’s a loving, accepting, caring individual.

With all of that, she is now an incredibly understanding and sincere individual that knows how to have fun and knows how to be serious, depending on the situation.  She has seen and been through more in life than most people will see, experience, or even know about in 90 years of existence on Earth.  She works hard, plays hard, and is good to her friends and family.  She is my youngest child, my baby girl, my joy.  We think a lot alike and have been there for each other no matter what.  She’s seen me at my highs and lows and everywhere in between, and she has supported me in whatever makes me happy.  I feel honored to be her mother, and when she has told me in the past that she has learned a lot from *me* and that I am a “role model” or “mentor” to her, I can’t imagine how.  This is more the way it *truly* is:

In my daughter’s eyes, I am a hero.

I am strong and wise, and I know no fear,

But the truth is plain to see.

She was sent to rescue me.

I see who I want to be

In my daughter’s eyes.

In my daughter’s eyes,

Everyone is equal.

Darkness turns to light,

And the world is at peace.

This miracle God gave to me,

Gives me strength

When I am weak.

I find reason to believe

In my daughter’s eyes,

And when she wraps her hand around my finger,

Oh, it puts a smile in my heart.

Everything becomes a little clearer.

I realize what life is all about.

It’s hanging on when your heart has had enough.

It’s giving more when you feel like giving up.

I’ve seen the light.

It’s in my daughter’s eyes.

In my daughter’s eyes,

I can see the future,

A reflection of who I am and what we’ll be,

And though she’ll grow and someday leave,

 Maybe raise a family,

When I’m gone, I hope you see how happy she made me.

For I’ll be there,

In my daughter’s eyes

                              Martina McBride

 

 

KARA

This is my baby girl, Kara, graduating from Cal State Sacramento, “cum laude”, May 2012

 

I love you dearly, Kara.  You are a joy to know.

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