“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.
