Thoughts.com Blogs - Day# 12152

I have 2 awesome kids. Some days are better than others, but all days are a blessing with them. They make me happy when I am sad, they make me feel better when I am sick, they make me mad when they misbehave, but mostly they just make my heart smile.

I love them so much, and sometimes I think I love them too much. I am just so thankful that God thought of me when he was deciding who would be their mom. He sure is awesome!

My daughter, who is 11 going on 18, is in her last week of elementary school. It has been a crazy school year, and we are glad we've made it through. In just this one year, she's gone from my huggy - smiley - always wants to be around me little girl......to this moody - doesn't want me near her - could care less if I came and ate lunch with her at school - thinks she's getting a cell phone - boy crazy "tweenager"!!! Lord, what happened?

Well, thank goodness we still end our nights with a hug and a smile, and of course if she needs money for something, she's extra sweet then! My prayers seem to be mostly for her these days. I know it's all part of growing up, and she sure is ready for it, but I'm not quite there. I sit and think about all of the sweet memories, and even though it's only been 11 years, it seems I've known her all my life!

So she had a tug-of-war competition at school this morning. She has always wanted to be on the tug team but has never been picked because she's not very big. Well, somehow she made the team this year, and they won! She was so excited. You would have thought she won an Olympic medal. And even though it was just tug-of-war, I felt as proud of her as I ever had before.

Being a mom is just the most amazing thing - thank you Jesus! I came up with a little poem this morning for my blossoming buddy. I will tuck it away in her scrapbook, and maybe add to it as the years go by. I love her. She's my Tristan!

MY DAUGHTER

My daugter is born; a gift of love I'm holding at my chest
I wrap her tight and close my eyes,
I pray I'll do my best

My daughter turns 2; she looks at me with lotion from head to toe
I smile though I'm tired, and wipe her down
I pray my anger won’t show

My daughter turns 5; she’s starting school and can go in without holding my hand
I get in the car and let out the tears
I pray that she’ll need me again

My daughter turns 8; she talks to her dad about a boy she likes in her class
I smile at them both and take a deep breath
I pray that she’ll always come ask

My daughter turns 11; she’s in the 5th grade where boys seem to outweigh her grades
I look the C’s and wish they were B’s
I pray that she’ll still try for A’s

As my daughter grows and she needs me less, I try to make sense of it all
I cherish the days when she was 2, 5 and 8
I thank God that this was my call

And as she grows older with each passing year, my prayers will continue to be
That she will seek God in the good times and bad
And always have time for hugs from me

Smiles,
Jennabee