Daughters

I was watching my girls sleep last night, and was overwhelmed with emotions.  So I thought I would share some of my experiences with them. 

I am not generally a "girl" person.  Give me a room full of rowdy boys, and I'm in my element. Give me one teary eyed girl, and I become a second guessing, confused soul.  Especially with my first daughter, Jeffie Jean. She is so very UN-like me.  Always has been.  So in my confusion of how to respond to her, raise her, love her, I began just being with her.  Keeping her near me; spending time with her in the mundane things.

At 11 years old, the child has cooked her fair share of meals from start to finish,

taught herself and me how to crochet and knit,

and has sewn her first quilt top.

I have learned that it takes far more than my words to raise a child.  And it isn't about all those "ah ha!" moments, or those monumental teaching times. It is in the everyday.  The mundane.  In life.  And as I look at this beautiful child, I see that she is far more like me than I thought. Not because she is a carbon copy of me, but because she has spent hours with me, learning from me, and being mentored by her mother. When was the last time you brought your children into your circle of life?





Beth is the wife to her best friend and pastor, mother to eight children, and avid sewer.  You can find stories of her life at her blog Sew Anyhow.