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Summer Vacation It was the last day of school. I was talking to her teacher when I felt her body hit me at warp speed, small little arms wrapping around my waist tightly, her beautiful face buried in my shirt.
"I love you, Mother," she murmered into me before letting go and running over to a friend to say goodbye. I could tell by the voluntary public affection that the reality of this being the last day of Grade 2 had hit her a little between the eyes, and she needed her Mommy, but just didn't know how to say it. I gathered her friend's phone numbers so we could make playdates during the summer, and we piled up all the papers, school work and her report card and made our way to the car.
I had prepared myself to have to drag out a crying, upset little girl, and instead she was singing her way to the car. Confusing me.
"You seem happier than I thought you'd be today." I said, swinging her hand, loving the contact with her, marvelling at how pretty she looked with her new Fuschia Funk (pink) hair.
"Keegan sad." she said in that silly baby voice that drives me crazy, and grabbed my arm even tighter, and I realized my little girl was probably just putting on a brave face. Okay then, we're going on with The Plan. Off to the coffee shop we went.
I took her to the local coffee shop down the road where they serve her favourite Green Tea drinks... of course, being who she is, she wanted to try something completely different, and that was fine with me. We each got a milkshakey-type-thingy and she picked us a nice table under a lamp and we sat down and talked about her Last Day and some plans for the summer.
We laughed. I tucked Fuschia hair behind her ears. She was determined to finish her drink before me, while simultaneously trying to convince me it "wasn't a race" (she won the race). I stared at her. She curled up on my lap and asked me to wrap my arms around her and she said I was nice and warm. I think I was safe. In an uncertain time, when you don't know what to do, or where to go, a Mother's arms are a safe haven. I felt unbelieveably blessed to still be that safe place for her; to hold her and be so very proud of her and all she's accomplished in the last five months... how much she's matured, grown, learned about herself... to see all that and know that I am a little part of it. Wow. It was one of the most amazing hours of my life. I looked into her eyes and saw a beautiful young woman staring back at me. Not beautiful because of the big brown eyes, or the pretty pink and auburn hair, or the little freckles, or the button nose... those are all things that make her outside beautiful. But if something happened and I went blind, she would still be the most beautiful person in the world to me because of her giggle, the way she holds my hand, her kindness to others, her gentleness, her sense of humour, her uniqueness, her keen intelligence... everything that makes her... Keegan. My baby. My miracle. My princess. Now, my PUNK Princess. *lol*
Summer vacation has never filled me with so much joy. Yes, we will have to figure out babysitting and schedules. This will be one of the first summers I will be working, and that presents a series of challenges. But when I get home, everyday, I will have a special little person waiting for me with open arms, and I can't wait to spend the next two months playing cards, Scattergories, having snuggle-reading times on the couch, watching movies, going for nature walks, and just doing all the things we haven't had time to do together.
Thank you, Jesus, again, for my little girl. :) Comments (1)
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