Mark wasn’t home last night, so KG got to sleep with me. She looked at me in my flannel pajamas, with my hair pulled up in a messy knot on top of my head, and said, “You are SO beautiful, my mama.” Hearing KG say that used to make me laugh and crack jokes about her vision impairment. But I have learned to enjoy looking through my daughter’s eyes. It is one of the miracles of life that a child can look at her mom when her mom looks her worst and still think that her mom is beautiful!
The other day KG came walking toward me, holding out a photograph. “I like this picture of you, Mama!” she said. I took it from her and looked. The picture of “me” shows only a fraction of one of my arms and a sliver of my torso. It doesn’t show my face at all. “KG,” I laughed, “why do you like this picture of me?” “Because you’re holding your child,” she said.
I am sooo blessed to be her mother. Thank you, God.