My child who made me a mother is 9. I canNOT believe it. I remember holding her when she was just a week old in our tiny apartment in China. Shooing away mosquitos from her every chance I got (obsessively so), singing to her, rocking her in my awesome rocking chair (thanks Shanghai ladies) and kissing her little feet. Now, she is my mini-me. She looks exactly as I did as a child. Her personality is one I could never have guessed I would be blessed with. She is kind, considerate, funny, loves to have fun (cautious fun), she follows the rules, cares for others in a way I don't even understand. She senses when someone is hurt and lets them sit in it....no jokes, just...sits. She loves her family deeply, but would throw a sibling under a bus in a heart beat to be heard. She loves learning new things and has a heart for adventure. She is lovely. Thank you Jesus for my baby doll who has the most compassionate heart on the block. She will move mountains.
