She laughs at me when I call her my baby. I then ask her if she is a baby or a big girl and she repeats, “big gwerl!” She wants to do anything her sister does, she wants to wrestle like her brother. She’s my baby but more importantly, she is my last baby. I definitely see I am in denial about how big she is getting, since she wore a size 18 month dress to church yesterday, it is only natural that I still look at her like a baby.
I have no clue how make everyone I come in contact with happy, no clue how portray right from wrong without someone feeling I am judging them, no clue how to get through a day without calling on the name of Jesus. I also don’t have a clue how to wean her from her pacifier, or how to get her to wear her hair up for more than 30 seconds. I do know how to cuddle babies though, and brush long beautiful hair and I definitely know how to raise a child so beautiful she takes my breath away. I had lots of experience with that with her big sister and big brother. I may not know much….but….
I know how to be her mama…how do I do that? There’s no trick. Just be me, because that is all that was required of me when the Lord decided I would raise these children. I need not demand more of myself than that. He is love, he is kindness, he is not spiteful, I strive to be more like Him….so I can be the best mama to her…







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