The Janitor's Daughter

Letters to MY Daughter Volume 1, Issue 1

Dear Daughter,

When asked to describe myself, I often begin with this:

I am the proud mother of a 15 year old daughter.  The doctor’s estimated that she would be born on February 28, 1997.  Six months and one week later, my daughter entered in to the world.  She weighed one pound and about 11 ounces.  The doctors told me, with somber faces, that she probably wouldn’t make it through the night.  The next day, they stated if she survived, there was a 90% chance she would be brain damaged.

15 years later, she is perfectly healthy and attending a premier boarding school where she received a scholarship.

You came in to this world early and ready to begin this thing we call life.  You are smart, beautiful, kind and God filled.  I think of you many times throughout the day and give God thanks for having His hand on your life.  You inspire me beyond measure and I look forward to seeing the woman that you are becoming.  I always tell people that I might worry about a lot of things, but you are not one of them.

Being your parent is and always will be the highlight of my life.  Your birth defined the beginning of me understanding my purpose on this earth.  I was put here to conceive you and be your guide.  I know and understand on some truly high level, that as my child you don’t belong to me, but that I belong to you.  My purpose is to show you the possibilities before you.  This world can be cruel and oppressive, but I have to teach you that none of that matters to God’s children.  You have no limits, there is no ceiling, you can and will do whatever you desire.