That Little Peach of Mine

That little Peach of mine turned 8 years old last week. She is turning into such a wonderful young lady. She's strong, sensitive, smart, compassionate, loyal, sincere, kind, loving, genuine, and just all around wonderful.

 I always say she is the one who gave me the title of "Mom," and that I'm forever grateful that she came into my life. It seems hard to believe that she is already 8 years old. I remember when I was 8 thinking that for as long as I'd been alive, that's how long I'd have to go to school to become a doctor. I couldn't believe that my life equaled the same amount of time as post-secondary education for future doctors--I didn't think of it in such a detailed manner back then! 

 

And now that my own little girl is 8, I'm simply in awe. I just can't believe that somebody so young can have such an affect on me. Since I've known of her, she's made me a stronger and better version of the same ol' me. I sometimes contemplate where I'd be or who I'd be if I'd never been given the gift of my first born daughter. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd really be like, but I bet you a million dollars that I wouldn't be nearly this happy. Even on the worst of days, the fact that I have my wonderful children, my sweet red-head included, is all that I need.

Peach, someday when you're 16 and you read this, I hope it brings you happiness. Even if we just had a fight or even if we just went shopping together, I hope you know that I love you the same as I did yesterday and the same I will tomorrow.

Someday when you're a 22 year old college student and you read this, I hope you remember the laughter you brought to our family. Your wit is so awesome. You have a better understanding of humor than most adults.

When you're in your later 20s you might be trying to find your place in this world. And that's okay. It takes time to really learn who you are. It takes patience, mostly with yourself. And also with me. Because you see, my natural instinct is to jump in and save you. To rescue you and give you all the answers. To tell you everything is going to be alright. To hug you and hold you until you feel safe. And I realize that when you're exiting your 20's you may or may not need me in all the ways I would like to help. Just know that you can call me anytime--oh, wait! You said you'd still be living with me, so just yell up from the basement. I'll come talk it our with you.

Someday when you're doing the mom-thing, and you're sleepless in suburbia, you better call on me. I want to come hold those beautiful grandbabies you always talk about giving me someday. I will soak up their sweetness, hold them on my shoulder, place their heads in the palm of my hand and stare. I will, of course, look at this child and think back to 2005 when I held you. When I laid you in my arms and watched your chest rise and fall. When I noticed every little movement on that soft newborn face of yours. I memorized your eyes and that funny thing you'd do with your tongue when you stuck it out. I always gave you my finger to hold. I'll give your babies the same love and affection.

And someday, when you're older than I am now, I may or may not be here in this world anymore. If I am, I hope you are helping me to keep my hair looking nice and my nails freshly painted. I do like Bingo now, so I'm sure I'll love it come the  year 2070. I hope we get to do lunch together. And I will love watching you become a grandma and enjoying your grandbabies. But if I'm not here in the physical world, please know that I will be watching over you. Just because time passes, lives end, and people move on, doesn't mean anything about us will change. My love for you will still be real, and it will still be in your heart forever. The love that we share will someday be passed down to your own children because love is legacy. The way in which we show our love, our kindness, and care is taught to our children. You are already a very loving young girl, and I know you will keep the love alive with your babies someday.

Love you, Peach!
XOXO~~MAMA~~XOXO