RACHEL'S MOMMY

My girl has been pretty sick the past few days. Last night, she came into my room around 1 or 2 a.m. She was coughing so hard that she couldn't sleep. I had her take some medicine and then I propped her up in my bed with almost every pillow we have. Then I climbed in and just wrapped my arms around her and prayed for her. She kept worrying that she was keeping me awake (she knows I go to bed and rise early). Eventually, her coughing quieted, her breathing grew more steady, and I took off to sleep the rest of the night away in her bed.

Ah, how wonderful it was to squeak another mommy moment out of our 17 year relationship. The best job God has EVER given me was being her mom. I thought perhaps parenting was not in the works for me. But when I found out I was pregnant, it was like the song...I loved this little person growing inside me before I ever met her. Then along she came, first a tiny baby who captured my heart, growing into this young woman who I not only love, but someone I like and respect. Sometimes late at night, we sit and talk about the day, people, things, God. We
laugh. We pray. We dream. We ponder. We problem solve. We encourage. We worry. We trust. I can see us a few years down the line, meeting for lunch in the middle of our busy work days, confiding and gossiping and doing the girlfriend thing.

My girl is growing up. I have no clue whether God's plan is for our roads to run closely together but I know He does have adventures for her that I will not be invited in to. And I will learn to trust Him with her in a whole new way. So last night, it was a special thing to be able to be a mommy again, just for a few minutes, to this woman-girl, my daughter, my best friend.

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