This parenting thing is hard. It really is.
Parenting, in general, is tough.
Parenting a kid who has seen some things and gone through some stuff is especially tough.
There are days when it brings me to tears for so many sad, sad reasons.
And then sometimes, often when Hope isn’t even around when the rush of emotions warm me from the inside out.
I love my daughter.
Oh don’t get me wrong, not only is parenting tough, and this teen girl thing? Um, yeah, it’s a beeotch. The snarkiness, the attitude, the occasional defiance, the mood swings. It’s crazy with a capital C.
But this person, this soul for whom I’m responsible, I am totally in love with her. Madly in love with her.
Last night we sat on the couch and I watched her snarf down a Big Mac and fries after a very long day of school, band practice and tutoring. She was exhausted. I sat at one end of the couch, she at the other and Yappy in between us.
I studied her. I saw her tired, but relaxed, content, fully absorbed in this life we’ve created together.
I could never have imagined that this family of mine would exist.
This morning I got up early to do her hair for picture day. I fixed her breakfast. I ran a pair of hoop earrings up to the school after school started so she had them in time for her sitting.
As I was pulling into the parking lot, I just thought about how much I love this kid. My heart actually hurt with so much love and gratitude for her.
I also thought about how much her parents must have loved her; in spite of whatever problems they may have had. I just know that they loved her; they had to love her! I don’t know how they couldn’t; she’s just marvelous.
I drove her to school yesterday, and we immensely enjoyed the extra 20 minutes we had together. We joked and teased one another.
It is in these moments that I am just so overwhelmed with emotion.
I love her.
I love her even when I’m nagging her about her room and her homework and walking the dog.
I love her when I watch her sleep, covers strewn about.
I love her when she says, “Hey mom, we should…” which is her indirect way of asking if we can do something fun.
I love her when she is a total pain in my ass.
Love doesn’t really describe this emotion. Although I still grieve about the inability to conceive and carry a biological child, I can’t imagine loving such a child any more than I love Hope.
I adore her.