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I love being a mom and I still feel like my baby is the everything in the world-the best, the greatest, the prettiest, the most wonderful, on and on.  I live everyday for the time I spend with her.  (Anyone get the idea that she's lucky that I am a working mom!!    )

I love our Mother Daughter time when we curl up together and watch TV or do girl stuff.  

I love our driving vacations when the time in the car allows for great conversation and bonding and the slight sense of nervousness I feel when we stop for meals and gas along the interstate knowing I am protecting her in unfamiliar places.

I love how she clings to me during thunderstorms or when she's trying to avoid bedtime.  She knows a little cuddle goes a long way.

I love her arms wrapped around my neck, the peacefulness of her sleeping face, her sense of humor, and her hearty laugh.  I love her sassiness.

I love playing games and scrapbooking with her.  I love seeing the world through her eyes.

I had good memories of my mom growing up.  She was ill quite a lot and a lot of my childhood memories bring back the feeling to fear of her dying, but we had good times, too.  I liked snow days and days that were early release days.  We'd play school and bake brownies for snack time.  

While growing up, my sister (already grown and married) spent lots of time with my mom and me.  On my 9th birthday, my mom took me to lunch and shopping on our own.  I was disappointed that my sister wasn't going with us.  I remember not wanting to spend time alone with my mom, but not saying anything because I didn't want to hurt her feelings.  I was so surprised at how much I enjoyed that day.  It is by far my most special birthday memory of my life.  She died when I was 18 after a very long illness.  The only thing that has been able to fill that void in my life is my girl.  I hope I see the day that DD has her own child, and she comes to realize exactly how much I love her.  I knew, but I didn't really understand at 18.  It's something I realized after I had my daughter.  If I had one day to spend with someone living or dead out of all the people in the world, I would spend one last day with my mom now, as an adult.  I want to talk to her about what I now know, but took for granted before, ie about being a mom and knowing how much she loved me because now I get it.


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