“I always catch myself staring at my children. I can’t help it. From the moment they were born, I’ve found that I could just stare.
I never thought much about it. Until today. Today, my daughter looked up and caught me.
‘Mom,’ her eyes narrowed, zeroing in. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’
I was taken aback, ‘Like what?’ I wanted to say.
Like I can’t believe I created such a beautiful human.
Like I’m overwhelmed at how fast you’re growing.
Like I’m overjoyed watching your every move.
Like I have no clue if I’m doing this right.
Like I wish I knew what was going on in your mind.
Like I pray you’re happy.
Like I hope you know it’s okay if sometimes you aren’t.
Like I think you’re doing amazing.
Like I wish I knew how to say things so you’d understand.
Like, I’m so proud of all you are.
Like, I can’t wait to see all you become.
Like, you are… and will always be… my everything…
But instead, the only words that came were, ‘I’m just looking at You.’
And I think right now, it’s enough. I hope it’s enough.
For her to know I see Her. Her… in all that she was, all that she is, and all that she’ll be.
I look at her ‘like that.’ Like every mother looks at her child.”
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