Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love. (1 Cor. 13)
I wander through the aisles of Hallmark cards and wonder if I’ll find a card that honors her– without extolling the sort of childhood that never existed. God nudges my heart. “It wasn’t what she wanted for you, either.” I pause long enough to stop feeling sorry for myself and remember…chocolate chip cookies, coloring together, and all of the basketball games/recitals/plays/track meets she attended–proud I was her daughter.
I pass by the drippy sweet cards lining the shelves and choose one that thanks her for who she is. She’ll like this one; it’s sincere. I smile, knowing that –for a while–she’ll forget the sadness and just remember chocolate chip cookies. And, maybe, she’ll know I’m proud to be her daughter.