Transformation
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Little Dove~Miss Fiction~ Sweet Beauty
Transformation
When do we shed our old views of our daughters, to have our eyes open to the emerging Woman that one day will grace our presence.
When She slept through the night, or crawled for the first time.
For me the transformation was suspended in animation for so many years as we worked so hard for congruency.
When she walked and exploded with glee so loud that the world exploded with delight.
Every attempt to achieve this simple act accomplished with the greatest efforts form professionals and us her parents.
Then she smiled and spoke, signed and pointed with a mind alight with promise and ability.
Was it when she wiped and flushed (she missed that one:) .
When she bounced on her bottom to the tunes of music, impassioned.
I missed so much of her toddler years when all those kind souls came to help us through all those surgeries to end the endometriosis nightmare.
Those months in kindergarten as Mommy stayed there in her class room so many days.
When the dawn awoke into the travels to come to get her little brother, our son. When she with great courage watched us fly away to retrieve her brother.
Or when she with bravery welcomed this sick little stranger in.
Sharing me, sharing her family.
Oh the years go by.
The many hours drive after drive therapist after therapist.
Well meaning folks who could not understand her disabilities.
She grew and developed.
She transformed before the eyes of all who knew her.
Ever captivating, ever young and tender.
Home school days with reading gained she shone.
She is wise now in her years.
Developed character with kindness as the rule of her heart.
It is in her transformation she is becoming who she has always been destined to become.
Ever dramatic, Imaginative and bright.
Full of zest and humor.
Playful and true.
Was it when she washed her hair alone.
Is it the offer of service she extends to me.
Her tears at social interactions gone a rye.
The courage she faces each day to attend school a year behind.
Excellence she offers in those things that she can.
Patience in herself at the things that disability humbles her so hard.
Transformation in her choice to obey,walk in kindness and overcome.
When she first put on lipstick and it was only on her lips.
Each moment ,every hour a new.
Her maturity has grown layer upon layer.
Choice upon choice.
She is transforming even in this moment into all she has been meant to become.
So eyes wide open I don't blink.
It will be in lots of little flashes.
One day I will see before me The woman, this child.
My Daughter.
Transformation
When do we shed our old views of our daughters, to have our eyes open to the emerging Woman that one day will grace our presence.
When She slept through the night, or crawled for the first time.
For me the transformation was suspended in animation for so many years as we worked so hard for congruency.
When she walked and exploded with glee so loud that the world exploded with delight.
Every attempt to achieve this simple act accomplished with the greatest efforts form professionals and us her parents.
Then she smiled and spoke, signed and pointed with a mind alight with promise and ability.
Was it when she wiped and flushed (she missed that one:) .
When she bounced on her bottom to the tunes of music, impassioned.
I missed so much of her toddler years when all those kind souls came to help us through all those surgeries to end the endometriosis nightmare.
Those months in kindergarten as Mommy stayed there in her class room so many days.
When the dawn awoke into the travels to come to get her little brother, our son. When she with great courage watched us fly away to retrieve her brother.
Or when she with bravery welcomed this sick little stranger in.
Sharing me, sharing her family.
Oh the years go by.
The many hours drive after drive therapist after therapist.
Well meaning folks who could not understand her disabilities.
She grew and developed.
She transformed before the eyes of all who knew her.
Ever captivating, ever young and tender.
Home school days with reading gained she shone.
She is wise now in her years.
Developed character with kindness as the rule of her heart.
It is in her transformation she is becoming who she has always been destined to become.
Ever dramatic, Imaginative and bright.
Full of zest and humor.
Playful and true.
Was it when she washed her hair alone.
Is it the offer of service she extends to me.
Her tears at social interactions gone a rye.
The courage she faces each day to attend school a year behind.
Excellence she offers in those things that she can.
Patience in herself at the things that disability humbles her so hard.
Transformation in her choice to obey,walk in kindness and overcome.
When she first put on lipstick and it was only on her lips.
Each moment ,every hour a new.
Her maturity has grown layer upon layer.
Choice upon choice.
She is transforming even in this moment into all she has been meant to become.
So eyes wide open I don't blink.
It will be in lots of little flashes.
One day I will see before me The woman, this child.
My Daughter.
5 comments:
God truly blessed you with a precious daughter.
Lovely way to CELEBRATE Beauty. Not many daughters have this kind of Mom. You are a special one.
Beautiful words. Beautiful daughter. Beautiful mother.
As only God could have created.
This is absolutely beautiful! Thank you for giving me a bigger perspective....
Transformation. That's such a great way to sum up the amazing things both of you accomplished over the years!
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