Our daughter

Our daughter is a blessing,
a precious gift of life.
From chubby faced babe
to giggling girl.
One day a grown woman,
a strong leader
and perhaps a wife.

In her we see such potential,
exciting possibility.
As she passes through
each stage of youth,
we see glimpses of
the woman she'll one day be.
Her natural gifts are blossoming
with encouragement and praise.
We guide her through
the toughest times,
tears, terrors and tantrums.
She shines light into our days.

Our baby girl still really loves
cuddles and bedtime stories.
Yet, she's always had an
independent streak,
needing both space 
and reassurance from her worries.
We've picked her up, counted
to ten when she has grazed
an elbow or a knee.
We sing to her, 
ride bikes, climb trees, 
put on fashion shows and funny plays.

This child of ours has exhausted us.
She is a complex, clever girl.
We teach her morals,
patience, integrity,
new words, geography
listen to music from 'round the world.

We give to her all we can.
Love, time, finance too.
It's tempting to spoil,
indulge her every whim,
but she must learn 
restraint, respecting what is right and true.

We're instinctively protective
of our beautiful, zany girl.
Our pride and joy,
who we adore,
is blossoming
her character beginning to unfurl.

But our darling child doesn't 
share my DNA.
She was created in your womb.
You gave birth,
you gave her life.
But we're both mothers in a different way.
We have so much in common,
but it's hard for you and I.
We're strangers,
tense, distant,
yet connected,
this special child is the reason why.

I've sacrificed a lot to raise
your daughter as my own,
but no gracious word, nor
no reaching out
to the other mother of her second home.

I too have rocked your baby
in my arms when she cannot sleep.
I too have cleared up sick,
brushed hair,
designed menus,
played hours of hide and seek.
So I ask you to sit and talk with me,
show respect, not apprehension,
take an interest in my role.
Let's establish
banishing this pointless tension.
I'd like for us to demonstrate
what love can truly achieve.
For our daughter to feel a
sense of joy
as her mothers
display the real love in which we both believe.

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