I made it!! It was not my graduation, but I made it. Seems odd in this moment to make it a little about me, but I am the one who has prayed over this young lady every single day of her first known heartbeat. For the past six months I have walked into every corner of my house and realize that these walls will no longer smell of the scents of Emily's candles going, or the back round of her sneaking away for an hour on the piano singing praise songs. Her time alone, but my ears pressed to the door. In a few short months our family dynamic will once again change. This is my second graduate and I thought this time around would be easier, but it's not the same child so how could it be easier. It's just as emotional as it was the first time.
My PieSweety graduated from high school last night. She is so much more to me than just a high school graduate. I realize that my hands are held open. The past 18 years have been slowly easing the embrace that a mother has on a child. At times squeezing to hard and not wanting to let go, but knowing it was how she would grow into her own person. It's late and I am really tired.
Tonight she and I went to DQ for a blizzard. In jammies, and through the drive through. Laughing the entire time, never running out of things to talk about, laugh about and learn about. Tonight that we learned her car of one year has an ash tray and there was an extra key in it. We started laughing at this discover. It is now the cash tray as I put the change from our treats in there.
I use to pray as a young mom the kind of relationship I wanted with my daughter. She said to me the other day something like this...."mom, I realize that if I had a sister I would never know life any different than with a sister, but since I don't have a sister I can't imagine every having to share you with a sister. I am so glad it is just us girls. Oh she has four brothers. But when it comes to girls its just us and she embraces us, which makes me realize tonight once again that God has not only blessed me by answering my prayers, but blessed me with one very precious pie-sweety.
When Emily was about three years old I called to her. She did not answer so I called SWEETY PIEEEEEEEE!! In her little strong willed voice she tells me she is not a sweety pie, she does not want to be a sweety pie and I am never to call her a sweety pie again. I then asked her what she would like me to call...she broke out into a big grin and said quite matter of factually..."Pie Sweety".
Oh dear I can go on, but my eyes are sleepy, and I feel overloaded with a blizzard. Thanks for reading....blessings, elizabeth