And she wants to be like me…

This week Holly and I are reposting 2 favorites, dedicating them to our amazing daughters. Turning back the clock and seeing how we have grown and the hope of a future full of further growth is praiseworthy indeed! Enjoy!

by Kari

Today my oldest daughter turns 8.  A year ago I missed her birthday – I was on my way to intense therapy for 3 weeks.  My husband had to manage cupcake delivery to school and the weekend birthday party after preaching. I remember feeling so guilty, sure that I was going to scar her with memories of her mom being “away” for that 7th birthday.  What I realize now is that it was the best gift I could ever give her: a healthy mommy who is finally becoming an expert on herself.  We went for a walk last night, just her and I.  We talked about her birth story. We talked about the poetry she wrote on the bus today on her way home from school.  I dedicate this poem to her, penned last fall.  Happy Birthday Jane.

And she wants to be like me

She’s feisty
she’s fast
she’s delicious
she’s sass.
And she wants to be like me.

Winning eyes
endearing charm
doesn’t care much
for a touch on the arm.
And she wants to be like me.

Wears her affect
like an expert of fashion
melts and soars
never forgetting the passion.
And she wants to be like me.

She’s seven.
I’m forty-two.
Little does she know
I’m just seven too.

And I want to be like her.

I struggle
I role
I overthink
I cajole.
And I want to be like her.

Winning eyes
endearing charm
doesn’t care much
for a touch on the arm.
And I want to be like her.

Talented beast
covered with pretense
hiding the ardor
arresting the reckless.
And I want to be like her.