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Then She Appeared
Lorelai—Age 16
My daughter.
My daughter.
My daughter.
My daughter.
I realize that no matter how many times I say it to myself, it's not going to get any easier, any less frightening.
Gilmore, Lorelai Leigh. Born: October 8, 1984.
This little girl is completely dependent on me. She can't do anything on her own: she can't lift her head, she can't feed herself. And to be honest, it scares me to death.
I feel Chris standing behind me: his breath on my neck, his hand on my waist.
I don't turn.
Chris doesn't matter anymore. Mom and Dad don't matter anymore. Even school is less important than it was. And that's saying something!
What matters is Rory.
Somehow, I know that nothing will every matter as much as she does: no guy will ever be worth what Rory will be; no job will make it worth leaving her.
It's pretty amazing how looking at a little bundle of blankets turned me from a sixteen-year-old girl into a mother. Well, that's not exactly true. I stopped being a child the minute I realized why my dress didn't fit. I stopped being a child when I had to lie to my parents' friends about why I was looking fatter. I stopped being a child when I became a mother.
That's pretty straightforward. You can't be a mother and a daughter at the same time: it's one or the other. Take your pick, buster.
I know what I picked, for sure. Not that I really had a choice in the matter, but there you are. I'm a mother now. I don't get to sit around and cry for mommy anymore. I'm mommy.
It's pretty scary, to think that this tiny thing is completely dependent on me.
But I think I'm up to the challenge.
At least, I hope to hell that I am.
Thank you so much for reading! It means a lot to me.
Myra