I watched her run, hair flying in the wind… barrettes clinging to but a strand of blonde hair. I knew then that there would come a day. I stood with her as she gritted her teeth and refused to cry as injections became part of her life so early on. I knew then that there would come a day. I smiled as she danced in new dresses, twirling around in pure delight in the store dressing rooms. Oh there would come a day, I told myself under my breath. A time when she was no longer mine. I knew I never owned her but I had her time, her attention, her hand and her heart. That sweet little hand that squeezed mine tightly with pure love. We spent many carefree moments, her on my hip as we swooned to music in the midst of the morning. Yet I knew there would come a day.
I watched her so tenderly care for her baby doll. I recall the day she painfully decided she was too old to play with her beloved babies any longer. I knew there would come a day. I swore she could come to me with anything, I promised my heart and her. I would listen, I would provide my advice if she asked…I would not judge. We shared butterfly kisses and declared our love to be greater than the universe. I knew there would come a day.
I watched her gain self-confidence, determination and guts that I never had possessed. I saw this little girl become a teenager filled with such empathy and inner beauty that I was mystified she was mine. Oh but I knew there would come a day. Years of schooling, hours upon hours of hard work and many emails of papers sent for my review. I admit that some of them I hardly understood the concepts. I was impressed and in awe. Who was this young woman and where had my baby gone? No more barrettes haphazardly dangling. No butterfly kisses and no books to be read. I knew there would come a day.
I tell you as I write this, I can not fight the tears. I welcome them as much as the memories I so dearly hold. They are tears of life…living…loving. A new chapter is soon coming. But not so long ago, we had one more of those delightful dressing room days, just her and I. She was twirling again- this time in a long white dress…her face all aglow…and I watched her, my little girl….and I knew…there would come a day.
5 Replies to “I knew there would come a day…”
Just beautiful, and with Kleenex in hand, I know what you mean. As a mother, where has the time gone?
thank you and thank goodness for those Kleenex. I often wonder about the time- it surely flied by.
Sheer eloquence. Tears of joy, of – as the French might say – “sympathetique.” Meaning: I know the feelings, each and every one. Beautiful words, Charlesy Jane, beautiful.
thank you…sometimes words just leak out and find their spot on the page. It is joy to find my daughter growing up yet a bit of bittersweet hangs on my tongue at times.
My eyes do not make tears anymore, however they did while reading this. Spoken & written for moms with daughters wherever they are. Great!