I whish we could go back to those days
When you'd fit between your father's hand and elbow bend
When I could lay you on my chest and you would fall a asleep.
I could never have enough of your delightful smiles, your warm, tender little body that I could cradle in my arms.
Your tiny lips feeding from my breast.
My precious daughter.
You came to join me along the way when I was learning how to become an adult.
I am sorry I did not give you all that you deserved. I was too young and inxperienced. I was distracted by my own problems and by your father. I was trying to save my life.
You know my heart and know better than anyone, baby, what I am talking about. We both hurt. But today I want to celebrate that we are together. I want to embrace you and ask for your forgiveness. May we smile together again, like your first days.
I wish I 'd kept more photos of the two of us. Of the girls we were. How we enjoyed bathing in the jacuzzy. How we enjoyed the playground. I'd climb on the big slide with you. We were laughing all the way down.
Remember how I took you with me to the University and you stayed in class scribbling on a notebook, pretending that you were paying attention.
I still remember dropping you at the day care and how my heart would break when I heard you crying. You'd run to the window to watch me go with the saddest little face.
I used to visit the girls section at every clothes store. I loved buying matching outfits for ourselves. I'd get you a size 4 and then a size 16 for me. You looked so lovely. You were excited to look just like mom... In your innocence we looked the same; but in reality you are far more beautiful, always.
Those were the good old days. And I wish we could go back, but for better or for worse, we can not. It's been quite an adventure. And you have been the best accomplice, the best teacher, the best motivation to go through it all. Thank you. Today I celebrate the woman that you are.
Thank you for giving me the honor of being your mom.
