My girl

I love that song. Whenever I hear that song or 'Brown Eyed Girl', I think of my Emma. My sweet little freckled face girl. She is growing up way too quick ya know.

As I am scratching my head trying to figure out what to buy her this year for Christmas it makes me think back to a time when the holidays were filled with long rectangular barbie boxes wrapped up in the prettiest pink paper and tied up with the girliest bow I could find. I long for those times.
It was a simpler time in our relationship, me and my girl. Where a promise to bake cookies together after dinner, cheered up the darkest of days. A simple kiss on her scratch, and all her boo boo's and crocodile tears faded away. She would sign I love you Mom, to me every morning from the bus window and leap off the bus steps in the afternoon to rush to me and tell me how great her day was.

Yeah, those days are long gone. Now our days are filled with eye rolls when I ask her how her day was. If I am lucky, I will get a fine mom, out of her. The mere thought of spending enough time with me to bake cookies seems to repulse her. My kisses and hugs are not welcome as often anymore and her boo boo's have took on new meanings. They are no longer scratches on the knees, but scratches of the heart. Damage done by the opposite sex cannot be repaired by a kiss and cuddle from a loving momma.

My girl stayed home from school today, sick with the stomach bug we have all been passing around here the past few weeks. My girl woke me at 1am last night to say her belly hurt and would I wake up and sit with her cause she was feeling bad. I rose up out of bed, got her a glass of water and a straw, a few napkins and a big comfy blanket to wrap her up in and helped her onto the couch. I sat there with her, hugging her, rubbing her back and eventually holding her hair while she didn't feel good. These are the only times I get nowadays to be close to her.....I miss My Girl......