The Mother-Daughter Bond

“You are my sunshine…”

On April 11, 2010, God gave me the most beautiful, special, kind, sweet, creative, little girl to be my daughter. My pregnancy and birth with my second child, my middle child, my only little girl, was fairly easy. When I found out I was pregnant, I was finally graduating from college and about to move to El Paso where my husband was stationed in the Army. We were embarking on a new journey, 12 hours from home for the first time ever.

The hardest part of the pregnancy was the morning, day, and night sickness. My miracle drug and best friend was named Zofran. I remember when I found out I was going to have daughter: I was over the moon with joy. I could finally have my pretty in pink princess. God blessed us with a healthy, happy, tiny little miracle. I can remember the first moment I held her; there were immediate tears. As a woman, a daughter myself, I knew our bond was different, not more special than my bond with her older brother, who was three at the time, but it was just…different. My bond with all three of my babies is special, beautiful, and unique. But she is my girl, my only girl.

Our bond is so special, more special than she even knows. As soon as I had her, I was happy and excited, but there was something in my heart that will be forever missing. The missing piece was having my Mom there. I wanted so badly, with everything in my being, to have her there. I wanted her to see me as a mom holding my baby girl. I wanted to witness three generations of beautiful, strong, dedicated, loving women. I was sad at times with her, I could not help but miss and want my mom. I know how much my momma means to me and vice versa, and I will spend the rest of my life letting her (and all my babies) know how much she is loved and how much I believe in her. This is how my momma loved me. 

My sweet girl is now eight years old. She is a bright, loving, fair, sassy, magical, brown-eyed beauty. I look at her with such pride. She is MY girl, MY world. Things have not always been easy. Nothing ever is, but I made a promise a long time ago, I will never fail my children, I will always advocate for them, support them, love them, stand behind, in front, or beside them.

All of my children are unique in their own ways. She is different. From the start, she needed more. More of everything it seemed. Her struggles are bigger, but not impossible. I made a promise she will not face any storm without me. At eight years old, she is starting to understand the depth of our bond and why. When you have been through some of the things I’ve been through, it gives you perspective and appreciation for everything you have.

My sweet daughter, being the only girl and the middle child, sometimes feels like she gets the short end of the stick. This is so not the case but I guess middle child syndrome is real! I write this for my amazing daughter and to share our story and our bond that is truly a dream come true. I love how we laugh, we play, we have our inside jokes, we do each other’s hair and makeup, act silly, cook, craft, bake and make fun, lasting memories. She is my girl. I look forward to watching her grow, but I hope not too fast. (*Insert ugly crying here!)

God gave me exactly what I needed in a little girl. She was hand-picked for me to be her momma. I know her future is bright and I will be the first person in the front row every single time. She is my sunshine on any day, she is happiness in every moment. Her smile, her eyes, her heart will always win. 

*Disclaimer: I do not have “favorites” with my kids. I love my two sons beyond anything in this world. The mother/daughter bond is unique, special, and something I had been missing. When I had my little girl, the bond I had been missing was found again.