Be My Balentine


h1 February 14th, 2006

This came from my mom tonight and it made me cry…

a “Balentine” to my “Baby”

A “Balentine” you say,
Well, you couldn’t pronounce your “Bs”
Like, “Oh there goes a “Bolkswagon”
Did I correct you - gosh “NO”
You were only 2 1/2 - 3 years old!
Did I worry about a speech impediment?
Gosh No - how could you be anything but perfect?
It would all work out in the end - you would speak “Properly” all too soon!
And, this came to pass with a vengeance!
I knew this, and I hung on to the little imperfections as long as I could
I hung on to you thinking “Mommy” knows everything, “Mommy is my whole world” for as long as I could, for I knew it had to end; you would grow up
Too soon you would go to school, make friends and not need me any more!
I envisioned you leaving me (which you did for a time)
And, I imagined how I would feel - I didn’t like the thought, so I stored it away, far away…………… somewhere
Until the day it happened, and I felt everything I had imagined and more!
Yes, you are all grown up - of course you have left me in the sense of needing me as a three year old
And, I look at you and I wonder what exactly did I do right?
For I see a young woman to be very, very proud of
Who has faced more than most people ever face
And, yet, she smiles and she laughs and she is so strong
And, I feel ashamed of myself for feeling my life is “Tough” at times
And, I love her more than life itself.

Love,
Mom



4 comments to “Be My Balentine”

  1. Awwwww that is so sweet! I knew the day Madi stopped saying turch and started saying church, she was well on her way to growing up.

    Happy Valentines day Donna :)


  2. Oh Donna, that was so beautiful that it kind of choked me up! Your mother has a way with words and now I see where your wonderful writing skills come from!


  3. :) how sweet!!

    lub emmo


  4. Awww-what a great lady you got in your life, and your mom is double lucky to have one in HERS! Thanks for my little sweet treat on Valentine’s Day as well :D




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