I admire her tenacity. At first, it’s hard to grasp how a tiny, seemingly naive young woman can be so strong, so full of vitality, so unstoppable. You see, I am quite the opposite of her. Physically, my love handles are spreading with each passing year, and so are my fears. Deep inside, how I wish I’m as fearless as her.
As she drives away with her new found independence, excitedly maneuvering the steering wheel leading to the many opportunities ahead of her, I want to capture this Kodak moment- like seeing a bird slowly flapping her wings yet I know Who is beneath her wings. And I find the solace and unexplainable peace, and faith replaced my fears.
I have to accept the fact that she’s not that little girl anymore who used to pat me in my shoulder and hug me and say, “It’s okay mom” when I’m down. She’s not that young teenager anymore who used to confide with me about her first crush, her first dance, her prom night. Somehow, things are different now. She’s growing and I have to grow with her.
Flashback 21 years ago..as I hold her in my arms, I see the most beautiful smile, that gaze that melts my heart. She’s so fragile but she’s not a crying baby. I remember leaving her in her little crib to do some chores, and at times forget where I left her because she’s so quiet. Who knows that quiet little baby can grow to be a young woman of many words? At times I’m amazed at her new found vocabulary. (Excuse me, I didn’t mean that in a bad way). What comes out from her mouth makes sense most of the time. What’s “cool” now after all, used to mean ice cream during my generation.
As years go by, I recall not her first step nor her first word; instead she shows me that if she can talk, she can sing, and if she can walk, she can dance. She’s that type of person. She’s willing to go beyond what she can do. She’s willing to take risks. At first I didn’t understand, for I am afraid for her. Now as I get older and a little wiser, I realize that life is not about sitting cautiously in my comfort zone but learning to take risks- that’s how to live. That’s how we learn.
I have a vision of a bright future for her. As I see a bird flying away confidently from my window, soaring higher and higher, I believe that just like that bird, someday, she will remember the path leading back home, where she belongs.
"So there is hope for your future," declares the LORD, "your children will return to their own land." Jeremiah 31:17
Dear Gloria... What a beautiful message! When you write, you reach your readers' hearts - they feel your emotions through your words. This piece will touch every mother's heart, especially those of us who have seen our little ones grow and 'fly off' to see the world. You show such wisdom as a Mom who is encouraging her daughter to grow and use all her God-given abilities. You are also trusting the Lord to keep guiding her. She is very blessed to have you as her Mom. And those of us who know you are so blessed to be part of your life and to absorb your faith and wisdom. You are a special Mom and a special friend. Love, Peggy