Outgoing. Loving. Fun. Courageous. Energetic. Veritable. Beautiful. Self-sacrificing. Witty. Moral. Intelligent. Conscientious. Strong. Faithful. Quick. Leader. Sweet. Dependable. Eager. Loyal. Mature. Helpful. Determined. Caring. Enthusiastic. Adventurous. Perseverant. This is my daughter: my third born.
Her positive traits far outweigh her negative ones; even so, she is not perfect and sometimes presents a pessimistic attitude. She is learning and growing. Exactly the way God intends for her to. This past year I have witnessed the quickest burst of changes in her since she developed from a tiny infant suckling my breast into a rambling toddler emptying every container in the refrigerator and climbing every obstacle in sight. My first glimpse of her adventuresome spirit.
For her first 16 years, she was naive and innocent to certain aspects of life. But, this year she has taken her first steps into womanhood. For instance. . . she gave her heart away and accepted another; she broke his and received her's back bruised and tender. Through this sole experience, she learned a myriad of life's truths and pains.
One of the most difficult responsibilities of motherhood is to sit back and let your child make their own mistakes and live with the consequences. Eventhough you, as the mom, know that it is best.
However, to me and even more difficult, is to turn the other cheek as your child is obviously being treated unjustly. Now, it is a frequent occurance for peers to practice this and easy to overlook as the mistakes of their youth, but when adults make unthoughtful decisions which affect the lives and futures of young people another line has been crossed.
