I won’t get to drop you off at your first slumber party and hear all the details the next day. But I will get to have all of the Friday night movie nights I want with you.
I won’t get to watch you play with your friends on your school’s team for whatever sport you’d choose. But I will get to watch you ride your horse and take you swimming.
I won’t get to take you shopping for your first homecoming dress or your senior prom dress. But I will get to keep you home with me and not have to worry about you on these dates. We can always go shopping for new pjs instead.
I won’t have a house full of girls chatting about boys and the latest clothes and the gossip at school. But I will have a house full of boys who love you.
I won’t get to help you learn how to drive and celebrate when you finally get your driver’s license. But I will have the cutest backseat driver around. And I’ll never have to worry about you driving like I will with your brothers.
I won’t get to help you pick a college and study Calculus and prepare for the ACTs. But I will get to help you decide what to do with your life and I will get to have you home with me. Always.
I won’t get to hear about the man you met who makes you feel special and that you want to marry. I won’t get to think that he reminds me of your Dad and that you’ve made the right decision. I won’t get to experience that kind of love with you. But we will never have to give you away.
I won’t get to plan a wedding with you. But that’s ok. I hate planning weddings. I think everyone should elope.
I won’t get to hear “I’m pregnant Mom!” and experience all the joy that comes along with an expanding belly. I won’t get to watch my first-born hold her first-born. But I will get to watch you be your brothers’ children’s favorite aunt, of that I’m sure.
I won’t get to watch you buy your first home and make your own life. But I will get to have you right by my side forever. I will.