I absolutely love my daughter. I'm fascinated by her, inspired by her, study her, and yet she's a mystery. Sure, I can usually tell you what her day will look like: how many times she'll try to yank the cords from the electrical outlets (3-4), how many times she's crawl away when I change her diaper(every time), how often she'll shriek her outrage(quite often), and how often she'll smile at me like I'm her most favourite person in the world (as long as Daddy isn't around). But I can't tell you what kind of a lady she's going to grow up to be. I pray that her friendly personality grows and persists throughout the years, but I can't guarantee it. I can pray that she'll have confidence in herself and pride in the jobs she accomplishes. I can pray that she'll be an encourager and be kind to others. To be compassionate and loving, to be a servant of Christ.
I see her now, precious, beautiful, innocent and naive, and I'm scared that I'll teach her the wrong things or that I won't stress enough about the important aspects of life. There are so many things that I want to teach her, but how much can you really teach with words? And how much will she learn by my actions, and Josh's actions? Will she learn to excel in the areas that we struggle in?
All I know is that there is only so much we can do. Thankfully, there's a Father in heaven who is the perfect teacher, and who loves her even more than we do. Thank you God!
beautiful.
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