As the time draws near, take time to remember.
Remember the day you brought her home?� Watching her kick, smile, giggle, right before your eyes.
Remember the time she first said your name. mama?
Remember can you, her first time to sit, rolling over to one side, cause, well, her bottom was still round.
Remember, the day she just looked at you, said "mama," and began to walk to you?� What joy that was in your heart. How could you forget the time you saw that white pearly tooth sticking up out of that small gum.� Oh, and of course, remember the first time she te-te'd in the potty?� You were so proud of her.� She was growing right before your eyes.
Then the day when she left the nest and went to school.� Awe, the heart filled with joy, pride and yet sorrow, she was growing, no more a babe.
Remember, the pigtails, ponytails, yes even the braids...she was your doll and everything had to be just right.� Clothes, shoes, socks, but most of all her hair, remember?
You watched her grow from young childhood, into early teenhood.� Oh the days, smart mouth, attitudes, yelling for who knows why, remember..?� Learning to do her own hair and remember the first time she tried fixing her own makeup..?� Now you are just "MOM"
Oh my gosh, we mustn't forget that first date.� What an experience that was.� Watching her go out the front door ALONE with the opposite sex.
Awe, those days past but not fast enough to watch her cross over into young adulthood...right before your eyes...the mystery of it all.
She now dresses with grace and prepares herself not only with pride of herself but with the pride of the mother that raised her.
She has grown into the woman that she is because of someone always behind her, giving a guiding hand, never pushing, a gentle brush with the assurance that you, the mother, understood, because you too have stood where she now stands.
Remember, the memories---the days past--yet so dearly close within.
As she soon crosses over to a new life, the complete adulthood, becoming a wife, know the things taught throughout the memories of her young life have been placed in a memory bank within her.� Soon her new life becomes real, all you have taught her will become real to her.
Memories are not lost but remembered, so then, as she enters into marriage, know that she too has not been lost, but yet you have gained another.
As she leaves one side of life and enters into the other, know that His blessings are with you both.� All confusion, stress, nervousness be gone, only joy, pride and most of all Love from the Father above.
May you receive the fullest of what God intended as this special day comes to pass.
Written especially for you,
may the comfort be yours to know
that all is well.
Always,
ASIC
(a sister in Christ)
Dee Oborn
1/28/2000
Texas D
for permitting the use of the above painting.
Use without permission is prohibited and against the law. Click below and visit Paula's website for many more of her beauitful paintings. Thank you again Paula, with your painting and my writing, made a pretty site for the mother of the bride to be.
Dee Oborn
