Daughters
Daughters. Any mom would say they are the best little creations God can give. Not to be preferential over sons, though. Sons balance moms, like my son does. His wit never ceases to surprise me and of course never fails to make an idiot out of me. But my daughter, oh she is a mini-me, beyond the physical. Except the bad traits I have. I have to admit, she grew up watching me make mistakes one after the other that 'teaching by example' means differently in our relationship. I have bragged about her for every minute of my life, walls of my Facebook splashed with her pictures.
I know that every mom is proud of her daughter. My sister Beks is no exception. She has her way of showing it. But she is one proud mom of Gabby. There is no telling what she will not do to make Gabby, happy. Nice rhyme to it. There are troubling times, like any other. It is a matter of course. And when these times come to Beks and her kids, her knee-jerk reaction is akin to that of the giant in 'Jack and the Beanstalk'. She gets mad as hell at anyone who 'invades' the territory of her kids, and fights. Blindly. Not that it is not heroic. It strips the 'normalcy' out of her, and when Beks is not normal, no one will like it. It is the way she is with her kids, especially Gabby.
I am the same. I am not ashamed to admit that. Hell, even the animals protect their kids. It is instinct. More than that, however, which is most important, is because we have this unconditional, overflowing, fearless, indescribable, love for our daughters. Whether they are right or wrong. In our eyes, they are fragile, vulnerable bundles of joy. No one, absolutely no one, is to cause them pain.
I remember when Ana was running a fever when she was a toddler, my first reaction was to pray. I prayed that God enable me to suck the heat from out of my daughter so that I would be the one to suffer, not Ana. I always ask God in my prayers, 'if You will that bad things are to happen to us, let it just be with me, not my kids'. That's just the way it is.
I get that we live in an imperfect world. I get that our daughters are not always the best. I get that they make stupid mistakes. I get that they are sensitive, too sensitive at times, for the taste of others. I get that not everyone will like them. I get that not everyone will love them.
But I do not get it when others do not know all these I have pointed out. If I can acknowledge all these as a mother, why can't others, especially other mothers? Because if they do, they will not do anything to cause other mothers' daughters to feel unaccepted, unforgiven for flaws, unloved. No one, no any other mother has that right, unless, she is not, in the true sense of the word, a mother.
So, Gabby, be happy. Told you, nice rhyme to it. Because you have your mom, who regardless of her faults, will die for you. Others are not so lucky to have one.
I know that every mom is proud of her daughter. My sister Beks is no exception. She has her way of showing it. But she is one proud mom of Gabby. There is no telling what she will not do to make Gabby, happy. Nice rhyme to it. There are troubling times, like any other. It is a matter of course. And when these times come to Beks and her kids, her knee-jerk reaction is akin to that of the giant in 'Jack and the Beanstalk'. She gets mad as hell at anyone who 'invades' the territory of her kids, and fights. Blindly. Not that it is not heroic. It strips the 'normalcy' out of her, and when Beks is not normal, no one will like it. It is the way she is with her kids, especially Gabby.
I am the same. I am not ashamed to admit that. Hell, even the animals protect their kids. It is instinct. More than that, however, which is most important, is because we have this unconditional, overflowing, fearless, indescribable, love for our daughters. Whether they are right or wrong. In our eyes, they are fragile, vulnerable bundles of joy. No one, absolutely no one, is to cause them pain.
I remember when Ana was running a fever when she was a toddler, my first reaction was to pray. I prayed that God enable me to suck the heat from out of my daughter so that I would be the one to suffer, not Ana. I always ask God in my prayers, 'if You will that bad things are to happen to us, let it just be with me, not my kids'. That's just the way it is.
I get that we live in an imperfect world. I get that our daughters are not always the best. I get that they make stupid mistakes. I get that they are sensitive, too sensitive at times, for the taste of others. I get that not everyone will like them. I get that not everyone will love them.
But I do not get it when others do not know all these I have pointed out. If I can acknowledge all these as a mother, why can't others, especially other mothers? Because if they do, they will not do anything to cause other mothers' daughters to feel unaccepted, unforgiven for flaws, unloved. No one, no any other mother has that right, unless, she is not, in the true sense of the word, a mother.
So, Gabby, be happy. Told you, nice rhyme to it. Because you have your mom, who regardless of her faults, will die for you. Others are not so lucky to have one.
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