My dream come true

I was 14 when this poem came out and ever since then I have loved and cherished it. I remember reading it and quickly cutting it from the magazine to put it on my wall. If there was one thing that I dreamed of the most as a child it was having a little girl. I have waited and waited and waited. I love that my dream has come true. I have a wonderful husband and the most precious little girl.

When I was growing up I lived for my little girl. Making choices that I knew she could follow. Trying my best to be good. Trying my hardest to make sure that if she chose the same path I did that it would be a good one. I will never regret the wait. I love my little girl.

Motherhood through
14-Year-Old Eyes
by Annette Woodruff Reil

There is something
Incomprehensibly sweet
In your trusting eyes
And tiny hands.
They reach out
And touch
Something
Inside me:
Anticipated joy.
And there is something
Immeasurably pure
Within the love
In your mother’s eyes.
It makes this painstaking growth
And nearly endless waiting
Worthwhile.