When I was a little girl you were perfect in every way. I was so happy that you were my Mommy.
As I grew older you stayed the same – you were always you; it was I who began to change.
I stopped wanting you and started wanting the mother I fantasized about in my head. I thought I knew better than you about who you were supposed to be.
I became so many things; expectant and judgmental were just two of them.
It was hard for you to tell me about the tumor the doctor found in your lung. Your prognosis was not good.
But you were so strong and brave. You knew what you wanted. You wanted the pain to stop. You were ready to go Home to your Saviour.
I knew my time with you had run out. This was it – I would have no more chances.
As you took your last breath it was just you and me. I held your hand and told you that I loved you.
My little girl eyes saw you again. You were perfect in every way.
I was so thankful that you were my Mommy. I love and miss you every day.
You were worthy!