I rushed down the stairs, my heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor with each step.
And it doesn’t matter how late I am. At this point, every morning, I’ll tack on a few more minutes.
“Hi love!” as I rush to collect bags and ensure laptop and phone are inside them. “Are you having fun?”
She follows me as I bustle about. I head to the refrigerator to pull out my lunch. But it’s not there.
“Oops! I forgot to make my lunch yesterday!”
“I’ll help you Mommy!”
“Oh thank you but I don’t have time now.”
“Will you eat lunch at work?”
She sounds concerned.
“Yes, I’ll find lunch at work.”
“Do they have sandwiches there?”
I smile at her. “Yes, they do. I’ll get one.”
She nods. “OK Mommy.”
I kneel down and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling back just slightly to give me a kiss.
Yes, my daughter sends me off to work like this, almost every morning.
Hours later, I’m back home. We’re spinning around the room in a last-minute, impromptu, pre-bedtime dance party. And suddenly, she looks up.
“Did you get lunch today, Mommy?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Did you get a sandwich?”
She smiles and spins, her purple tutu flying about, adding little girl flair to her dance.
But I see beyond the tutu. I see the caring young woman. I see a little girl blossoming into a nurturer.
I can’t wait to watch her share her sweet, little heart with the world. I can’t wait to see the good she’ll do and the effect she’ll have in the lives of others.
But right now, I love having this all to myself.