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In my daughter’s eyes

“In My Daughter’s Eyes”

In my daughter’s eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter’s eyes

In my daughter’s eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter’s eyes

And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about

It’s hangin’ on when your heart
has had enough
It’s giving more when you feel like giving up
I’ve seen the light
It’s in my daughter’s eyes

In my daughter’s eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she’ll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I’m gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I’ll be there
In my daughter’s eyes
–Martina McBride

This is the kid that pops the lenses out of movie theater 3D glasses so she can sport the geek look.

This is the kid that lets me put Kool-aid in her hair… And when that experiment fails, this same kid lets me put food coloring in her hair and then lets me ‘set’ it with saran wrap (it ended up being a lovely shade of teal!) so that we could have some laughs during a very serious summer.

The same kid that sits with me in the hospital while I nervously wait to be taken in for breast cancer surgery.

This is the kid that prides herself on being weird and wearing mismatched socks. The same kid that would come into my room and blow bubbles everywhere just to make me smile that first day home from the hospital.

The kid that made a folder and filled it with drawings to keep my room cheerful and to let me know that she was there for me… The same kid that made me french toast for breakfast and even cut it up because she knows I’m not supposed to use my right arm yet.

The same kid who gives me the strength to face chemotherapy, radiation treatments and no-hair days.

This kid is my daughter…my cheerleader, my hand-holder, the giver of gentle hugs, endless kisses and who is the most important and the most precious person in my life.

I love you bitty babe.

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May I have this dance?

Back in the old days it was customary for a lady to have a dance card in which to write down the names of those gentlemen brave enough to request a dance.  In modern times we’ve ditched the dance card in exchange for a ‘calendar’, ‘day runner’, etc but have held on to the phrase ‘dance card’.

Most days my ‘dance card’ was fairly empty and mainly consisted of keeping tabs on my daughter’s dance schedule, important school dates and the occasional doctor’s appointments.  Each day flowing into the next like little waves gently breaking against the lakeshore, none more eventful then the one before it.  That was until a single, unexpected word was dropped into my daily vocabulary and that one word took my dance card from bare to bursting.  Cancer.

Its not a new word; I’ve heard it many times in life being used for other people.  You see, those people get cancer, not me.  Cancer doesn’t run in my family, so that meant I was safe.  Right?  No need to fret over a silly mammogram, no need to return all those phone calls from the hospital urging me to contact them.  Why should I?  I showed up for my appointment, paid my co-pay; I’m done until next year rolls around.  Right?

Wrong.  Oops…maybe it isn’t just those people that get cancer.

Its funny, I always thought it would be fun to be one of the popular girls, you know, the kind that date doctors and have fabulous lives?  Well I have lots of doctors on my dance card but all they seem to want to see is my insurance card LOL  Where’s the glamor in that?  Welcome to the new side adventure of Firestorm’s Follies… There will still be crafting posts, but for now, my focus has shifted as I try to take in and process this new world.