You and Me

their faces from the lights matches the glow of Christmas magic…and my heart grows three sizes. I will always believe in Santa…and the Grinch.

October 8, 2017 You and Me

My daughter Sawyer is my mini-me (at least by appearance standards). Her facial features, expressions, and mannerisms are all her Momma. Her dark brown, chocolate-dream eyes and forever long lashes? Those are all her Daddy. She and I share what many refer to as RBF. Resting Bitch Face. If she is not actively smiling, or is purposefully glaring at you, your face may melt. She has a glare that could pierce steel. When she means business, you know it. Her personality is fierce. Did I mention that she is not even two years old yet? (We’re screwed.) This child wants what she wants, when she wants it, and doesn’t care how you feel about it. She will demand something, and I have to look her in the eyes and ask, “What do you say?” Then, the sweetest, most angelic, “Peeeeeeaseee!!” comes from her lips. I give her what she asked for (*ahem, demanded) she responds with an equally pleasant, “Tank ew, Momma.” Just like her Momma, she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to tell you about it. Just like her Momma, she can be sweet as pie, but she isn’t going to take your shit, either. Also, just like her Momma, she is very grateful for you and all you do for her and will shower you with love.

I will forever fear for my daughter’s safety. We live in a scary world where she could be hurt in a number of fashions, and there will be little to nothing I can do to prevent it. I can try to teach her common sense and maybe some self-defense. I can coach her on self-respect and integrity; knowing right from wrong. But I can’t protect her from the evils that lurk in the dark (or some in the light for that matter). I can’t protect her from the hate and stupidity that run rampant. I can’t make her choices for her or wrap her in bubble wrap, as much as I’d love to. What I can do with all certainty is tell her that I trust her, respect her, and will support her in all she does. No matter what choices she makes in life, Momma will always have a shoulder to cry on, a chick flick all keyed up and ready to go, a warm quilt, and a smile on her RBF just for her.