I Have One

I have one daughter. Some mothers have been given more. But God chose to only give me one. I tell her God may have only given me one daughter... but He handpicked the best for me.  She is everything I wish I was.; and isn't everything I am. 



Rhianna is gentle. She is patient. She is kind. Sensitive. Somewhere she obtained this ability to sense when people are hurting and knows just what to do to comfort them.  Her heart is so tender and I know that God has created her to do wonderful things to build up His kingdom.

I often look at her hands and know how important hands are to a Godly woman.  With these hands she will have the opportunity to comfort the sick, feed the hungry and mend the brokenhearted.  But more importantly she will get to use these hands to care for her children. Washing dishes, cooking meals, baking cookies, folding laundry, wiping feverish heads, holding little hands, wiping tears. And it is my privilege as her mama to teach her all these things. 

I have one daughter. One daughter who told me tonight that she hopes when she is big she gets to have "what is the word for having five babies at one time?" Me: Quintuplets.  "Quintuplets. Yeah. That is what I want". 

Her latest desire in life is to have an American Girl doll. She numbered them in the order that she wants them. Because, of course, she does want every doll.  "But first get Kit mom. I look most like her."  She saves the little bit of money she may earn.  "One day mom, I'll have enough.  Then I'll buy my American Girl." 

I have one daughter who works alongside me in the kitchen signing hymns. I have my one daughter who is so willing to help her mama when I am so overwhelmed with life.  I have one daughter who prays for the people I struggle to pray for.

My one daughter resembles my sister who has a daughter who resembles me.  Mothers and daughters, aunts and nieces, grandmothers and granddaughters, sisters and cousins.  Special relationships that are tightly bound with an invisible cord. 

There is so much more to say. Yet the words just don't want to come.  Maybe I want to hold my dearest thoughts about my daughter and ponder them in my heart.  I just wish I could put into words what this girlie means to me.  I see her amazing gifts and I can see her broken heart.  I wipe away tears from her cheeks while shedding tears of my own.  I want to fix it for her, yet I don't know how.  I ache for my father while I hold her and she aches for hers.   

 

We have a bond. As mother and daughter. She is my daughter. My one. And I love her.