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| My daughter, Lin |
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| Lindsey-belle This is my daughter I knew her in August 1988 before she was ever born She knew the sound of my voice and searched for my face on the day she was born I've seen her at her best times and at her worst and I love it all I remember carrot cake on her first birthday with friends and family around I remember her begging to take off her training wheels and doing that for her after I saw her borrow her friend's bike and fly down a hill I remember the first ghost she was the first step she took her first school bus ride and how I felt when she said her first sentence to me She went to see Bob Dylan with me but she will never remember that :-) I have sat through teacher conferences and xrays karate classes and softball Math Homework, oh grant me patience I have monitored her while playing and known where she is at just about every moment and regretted those times when I wasn't there and thought that other people had been taking care of her... We talk on walkie talkie when she goes to the park and sometimes, and these are the hard times, we don't talk at all But through it all, I am not just doing my time as her mom Through it all, I feel truly blessed with the gift of being Lin's mom Blessed with the gift of watching her life unfold watching her become the person she wants to be Thank you, Lin, for sharing it all with me Love, Mom |
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| This is my daughter, Lin. She is 16 years old, and driving in ever widening circles around home. She is making wonderful choices for herself, does well in school, because she is intelligent. She is a wonderful big sister for Daniella. I am realizing more and more that she will one day leave me and start her own life on her own. I will miss seeing her every day then, and sometimes I cry about that. She and I have been through a lot together. She has been witness to my constant striving to make things better, and not settling for less than what I deserve. Her 16th birthday gift from me was a strong, symbolic gesture of all of that,though it is tough to put into words. |
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| This is one of her favorite old songs playing... |
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| Several years before Lin knew she would become a big sister, she wrote the following poem ...I think she was in a phase of wishful thinking... or maybe she knew something that I did not know??? Either way, I love this poem: My Little Sister My little sister steals all my stuff My little sister acts like she's tough My little sister is such a pain My little sister sings in the rain My little sister is sometimes nice My little sister is afraid of mice I comfort my little sister when a mouse runs in, but then my little sister pokes me with a pin I love my little sister and she loves me. and when we fight, it's just sibling rivalry! |
| UPDATED May 2005 |
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| I LOVE YOU, LINDSEY-BELLE! |
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