In My Daughter's Eyes
I watched as she ran after the race car Coop was racing around the living rom. She was so innocent, so sweet. She is my first baby girl. My bumblebee. I can't believe how long I've had to wait just for her to arrive. I literally walked through hell to get to where I am now; happily married with this little girl I'd always envisioned
"Mommy watch me," she cried out as she zoomed by me on the couch.
"I'm watching baby," I replied, flashing her a smile as she passed me again.
She raced after the car some more as I slipped into my own little world. Holding her for the first time had been a gift I'd never forget. I had finally been blessed with this tiny life. I knew from that day on that I would strive to be everything in her eyes. I would be mother, friend and confidant. But little did I know that I would become so much more to my little Prudence.
"Mommy," she said and I felt the couch shift, drawing me from my thoughts.
"Yes Bumblebee?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her small frame.
"What you thinking about?" she asked. I smiled down at her.
"The day you were born," I answered. She looked up at me with her father's eyes.
"She gazed at me pensively fr a minute. She seemed to be weighing something in that tiny brain of hers. The room grew quiet as she continued to think.
"Will you tell me about it?" she asked, snuggling closer.
"Well there's not much to tell. Daddy and I went to the hospital and you came out and I couldn't stop holding you," I admitted.
"You were so tiny," I added, bopping her on the nose. She laughed her infectious little girl giggle and I couldn't help but join in. Just sitting there, face to face in that moment, I realized just how much she meant to me. I had a renewed sense of what life truly meant when you were a parent. You owe this precious life everything. You must protect her and guide her. I also realized how much I had staked in her future. It was my own future in a way.
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
I hadn't really noticed that we'd fallen into another bout of silence until she spoke again. Her statement startled me as it passed from her lips and to my ears.
"Mommy...I want to be like you when I grow up," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah? Why?"I asked, caught a litle off guard.
"Because you know everything and you aren't afraid of bad things," she replied. I couldn't help but smile at her some more.
"Mommy gets scared sometimes too...especially of bad things," I answered, smothing her hair. I knew she meant demons. Thankfully we hadn't seen many of them, except for the occasional dinner time story from Paige in years.
"But you make them go away," she protested. I pulled her into a tight squeeze. She was so amazing; the way she viewed the world and those around her. I knew I wouldn't alas be her hero. But right now I relished in her affections.
When I'm gone I hope you'll see how happy she made me
For I'll be thre in my daughter's eyes