The Gift of Mandy
Watching her walk towards me, I catch my breath. After sixteen years, it is still so hard to believe that I have this beautiful girl in my life. She longs to be an adult, to be on her own, to be independent. It isn't a rebellion as much as wanting to stop being an inconvenience for everyone else.
I don't know where this feeling comes from. Somewhere along the way I've taught her to stifle her needs until she feels guilty for doing something fun for herself for a change. I wish I knew a way to change what happened, but I wouldn't even know which moments to go back and fix. They were probably sprinkled throughout her days until they became her truth.
This girl has my soul. I would do anything for her. I never knew the depths of love before she chose me as her mom. I wish she knew that every moment with her is a joy, never an inconvenience or a burden. It never even crosses my mind. I am thrilled to spend time with her, even if it is driving her downtown to meet her friends for a day of fun while I go shopping.