Monday, August 27, 2007

Children

When I look at these pictures of my daughter at the age of 2 or so it fills me with a longing and – somehow – a bit of sadness. I was a very young 22 yrs. when Heather was born. She was already 7 when I was the age she is now. I loved her fiercely but wonder if my youth was a benefit or disability in fulfilling a parental role. Perhaps if I were older and wiser I might have made different choices in regards to my expectations both of me and of her. Heather has grown into adulthood with a brain that functions better than most and an innate common sense that helps guide her through this world. I still love her fiercely and pray for a safe, comfortable journey as she navigates through the messes and blessings of life.


4 comments:

Quilt Pixie said...

Its so hard to know what is best, even with hindsight sometimes. my teenager and his girlfriend are expecting a child soon, and planning on raising her/him. I mourn the youth they'll loose, but know they'll also gain so very much from this little one -- different experiences than if this were not the case....

Exuberant Color said...

We have to let our kids make their own choices, and sometimes it is painful to watch. I was very young when I had my kids too but my 2 have grown into amazing adults in spite of what I might have done wrong. So that can only make me believe what I did in raising them was mostly right.
Wanda

heather said...

i know my opinion doesn't really count on this one, but i think you did a good job, mom.

am i the cutest kid or what?

Dixie Redmond said...

Momming is such a bittersweet job. No matter how much you do right you always feel the other a bit more sharply. I cried today (end of summer, beginning of school).

Dixie