Saturday, May 29, 2010
I found out I was pregnant with Deborah when we had just moved to Cleveland, OH. I couldn't believe that I was going to be a mom. Yet here it was. And on May 26, 1998, after a long, long labor, I gave birth to the child that turned me into a mother.
Deborah just turned 12 and as Jason pointed out to me, we've raised her two-thirds of the way toward adulthood. And what an amazing young woman she is becoming. I am so proud of her and all that she is accomplishing as she grows.
She is a beautiful girl, but her beauty is enhanced so much by who she is. She has a wonderful mind. Her teachers all rave about her, not only because she's smart, but because she is so motivated and pushes herself so much. She could definitely get by with the bare minimum, but she works hard to make sure that she's putting forth her best effort.
She is also one of the most responsible twelve-year-olds I've ever met. I'm sure being the big sister to two younger brothers and a little sister helps with that, but she has an innate sense of responsibility. Younger kids absolutely love her. She started babysitting a bit this past year for my sister and bil's Bible study and is doing a great job with that. Even her siblings like having her in charge if I need to step out for a bit.
She has inherited her father's honesty. For as long as she's been old enough to lie, she just can't do it. As she has aged, this quality has been so important to us. We love that we have a daughter that we can trust not only to do the right thing, but also to be honest with us if she screws up.
She and I are fairly similar. Which definitely means that there are times when we butt heads because we're so alike. We've had our share of screaming matches. But it also means that we share a similar sense of humor. We love to sit and watch Chopped together. We can rag on each other and (generally) just end up laughing. And since we're both the same, it also means that even if we do end up arguing, we're almost always back to normal pretty quickly.
I was definitely not prepared to be a mom. Heck, some days I still don't think I'm prepared to be a mom! Thankfully, I have a truly fantastic daughter who is helping me ease my way through this motherhood thing. She has shaped so much of who I am. My life is deeply enriched by having her in it. I love you Deborah!
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