The other day, I opened the door to our laundry room...not knowing my daughter was on the other side putting on her shoes. The door hit her in the back and she said "hey...watch it lady" with a smile on her face. I said "hey...you don't talk to your mother like that" with a smile on my face. She replied with the following words..."You're not my mother". Those words literally took my breath away, I froze, my heart sank. And just before the tears made their appearance, she followed her "You're not my mother" with "You're my mommy, silly". And then the tears came anyway.
My heart was rescued by her pure, loving, sweetness. I am her mommy. Not her mother. And I won't make that mistake again. The truth is my daughter loves me like any daughter loves her mommy. She watches me, learns from me, she models so much of what she sees from me. She tells me I "smell gorgeous", she says my "face is precious" (she loves using strong adjectives). She tells me she's going to be just like me. She hates it when I'm disappointed in her, she's always plotting new ways to make me proud. She wants my attention, she wants my cuddle time. She never lets a meal go by without saying "thank you for my dinner mommy" (or lunch or breakfast)...even if she just has a bowl of cereal. She loves making me happy and she succeeds every day. She's a gift and I simply adore her. She's not perfect, neither am I. But we're perfectly
mother mommy and daughter. Thank you Jesus.
Crazy Mama Crook