Thursday, April 4, 2013

D is for Daughter Of My Dreams

As far back as I can remember I would dream of having a daughter.  In my dreams I would dress her in adorable clothes and she would always be the most perfect of babies.  I married young and by 21 I was pregnant.  There were no tests back then to determine the sex but I was sure it was a girl.  My labor was rough,  I was so young and really had no idea what to expect.  The pain of labor was not part of my dream but the first sight of my daughter's beautiful face made all the pain a distant memory.

The stressful life with a new baby was certainly also not part of my dream.  I had not realized how tired I would be.  Months and months of no sleep.  She was opinionated from that first day, so often, just one little thing would set her off.  Hours upon hours, holding her when she was crying for no reason that I could figure out.  I would be so frustrated and cry right along with her.  There were times when I thought I was the worst mother in the whole world,  I felt like I just could not keep her happy.  Finally when I thought I couldn't take another minute, she smiled.  Her sweet face lit up and I was back in my dream state.  This was going to be OK.  I made her smile so I must not be such a bad mom.


So life with my daughter from that point had its ups and down. Still opinionated the clothes thing was always an issue, fighting over wearing ruffled socks when she was two, of course the more I insisted, the more she resisted.   Thinking back, why was I so stubborn?   I should have just let it go, not fighting with her over a stinking pair of ruffled socks.

As time went on, of course, there were usual growing up mishaps. She broke her collar bone at three running into a door frame.  Cut open her chin and needed stitches during gym in 2nd grade. When she was 17 her car was hit by a deer and thankfully she was fine but the deer and car did not fair so well.  It all went by so fast.

Over the years I have seen her grow up to be one of the most awesome people I know.  She is dedicated to her family.  She never sweats the small stuff and is constantly giving me good advice to keep my sometimes hectic life in order.  She is funny and makes me laugh all the time.  I see her with her children and I am so touched by the love that she shows them every minute of the day, from all the hugs and kisses to sewing quilts and knitting blankets so they are surrounded by that love, even when they sleep.

So through it all, she is without a doubt, daughter of my dreams.

Mary Ann

14 comments:

  1. This was such a nice piece on your daughter! Time surely flies by.

    Well, as a grandmother I am sure you can be a lot less stubborn with her kids, I mean the parents have to discipline them not you right?

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  2. Awwwww!! I was a pretty cute kid huh? Wish I looked that cute now. Maybe I could still rock some Kelly green polyester! I am still opinionated, and stubborn though.

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  3. Sometimes I think we have kids to improve our own character's. My daughter's are both dreams come true, as is my son:)

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  4. I smiled all through this post and thought of my dreamy daughter too. I understood everything you wrote,all too well :)

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  5. Love your D word. Daughters are a blessing and I am so happy to have one of my own!

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  6. how very sweet, and she sure was a cutie! sounds like you did a good job

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  7. You're blessed and this post is really sweet. Congratulations!

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  8. What a beautiful tribute to your daughter. How fortunate you are.
    I'm glad to have found your blog today though the A - Z challenge. Looking forward to more.
    Donna

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  9. Really sweet, daughters are a gift. :)

    Mary

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  10. Hi, Mary Ann,
    Your daughter does sound like a wonderful person.

    J.L. Campbell writes Jamaican Kid Lit

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  11. Lisa is definitely a rare gem! You most certainly are a wonderful loving Mom and Grandma.

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  12. Lisa is a wonderful woman/mom just like you!

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  13. Wonderful post! My daughter is now nine, so I am in the beginning of this journey that you talk about. In Sweden we say that "grand children are the dessert in life", the sweet you get after the meal. I like that thought, I guess you can be more relaxed as a grandparent, and enjoy it in a different way.

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