One morning this last week, my youngest daughter came up to me with a stuffed animal under her shirt and informed me that she was pregnant. I gave her some meaningless, encouraging reply. She then told me that she was wearing mom shoes. I looked down and saw that she had some pink dress-up shoes on - they even had high heels. Once again, my response was meaningless, but made her happy. She then pointed to her arm and told me that she was also wearing a bracelet and then proclaimed, "and that's why I'm a mommy."
I laughed at her sweetness, though I wasn't quite sure which of the three things she thought constituted her motherhood - the large belly, the high heel shoes, or the bracelet. Maybe it requires all three. What a sweet, if somewhat misguided, manifestation of a desire to be a mother. She has no idea what she's getting into, but I look forward to her having children. Mostly I just think it would be fun to be a grandpa, but I also think she'll make a great mother someday. And I hope to be around to see her go through the transition and watch her learn all the amazing things that parenthood can teach.
That girl really is an angel. Actually, she's a stubborn angel, but then, she is my daughter.
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