Sunday, February 19, 2012

To be a Daughter




On my dresser sits this card.

Todd sees it and asks,

"Did my parents send you a card?"

I smile, but it hurts a little.

Of course he would think it's from them.

Who else would it be?

"No honey, it's from my Mom and Dad...an old one."


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Sometimes I need a reminder.

A visible, tangible reminder that yes,

I am someone's daughter.

For almost 19 years

I had a mother and a father.

They loved me.

They thought about me.

They prayed about me.

They worried about me.

They cared about me.

They encouraged me.

They supported me.

They were proud of me.

They gave me Valentines.

 
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I am so grateful to be a

wife, mother, sister, aunt, friend, and much more.

But sometimes...

I just want to be loved as a daughter again.






7 comments:

  1. Momma, you made me cry. I sometimes wish to be loved as a grand-daughter by YOUR parents, too. But I can't wait to meet them someday in Heaven!
    I am so blessed to be your daughter... I love you! xoxo

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  2. Kristi, thank you for sharing. I know that when you share of this grief, it causes me to be so grateful that God hasn't asked me to walk that road. But I always appreciate the depth it has given you to your soul and the way it causes you to see and appreciate life. Thank you, friend.

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  3. I remember how Mom would often have a Valentine's Day card waiting for each of us at our place at the table...she didn't fuss with cards at other times, but Valentine's Day was special. Good memories!
    Love,
    Lori

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  4. Sweet post. I'm praying for you sweet friend.

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  5. I know what you mean, Kristi. You were precious to Mom and Dad. There is nothing quite like that kind of love...except maybe the love of the One who is "A father to the fatherless"--He who "sets the lonely in families." Ps 68 You know that you are always loved as a daughter by Him.
    This sister loves you too!
    Sue

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  6. I'm sorry for your loss. I can't imagine losing both parents at such a young age. Growing up my mother always told me God was my father & she was right & it was good for me to hear her say those words, but sometimes you just want to see the love.....the look of approval in a real live daddy's (or mama's) eyes. I'm glad you still have a few precious words to visibly hang on to.

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  7. ummm... i'm tearing up for your post and then for your daughters comment!! total double whammy. thanks for sharing your heart-- beautiful perspective. :)

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