My daughter, a big soul in a little body. She has her own mind with her own perspective. I love it when she says, “Mommy, I have an idea…” She’ll explain her vision in most interesting way. I listen, for I can tell she put some thought into it. She’s not afraid of much and often pushes her own inner boundaries; not to mention mine. Sometimes I see myself in her, but most of the time I recognize that the light inside is her very own. My duty is to guide her and teach her, but most importantly to show her unconditional love. That’s all really anyone needs; to feel loved no matter what, to belong no matter what and to be accepted no matter what… My daughter wants to be many things. She has dreams of becoming a cowgirl, or an artist, or some days even a rapper?! I let her dream, for they are her dreams, and no one else’s.
My fondest moments are during nighttime, while I put my daughter to sleep. I read her a story, then she begins a conversation, “Mommy, let’s talk…” She’s silly but can be serious too. And just before she falls asleep, she takes my hand and whispers, “Let’s hold hands so we can share a dream.”
This is my daughter, this is the most important part of my life. And today, just so I don’t forget it, while driving I see her looking somewhere beyond the trees and the sky, when she unexpectedly states, “I want to go to heaven to visit grandma Krystyna.” A very interesting conversation followed, and what stayed with me after it, is the fact that I need my daughter just as much as she needs me, or perhaps even more.