A Book titled "One Woman's Thoughts"

This is an excerpt from the book (above) written by Lee Atkins. It was given to a friend by her mother and she let me read it. Replace the little girl's name (Malory) with that of my granddaughters. It made me cry so much because that is exactly how I feel about them! It is also how I feel about my daughter and sons. But, with grandchildren the feeling is so intense, it's overwhelming. I wonder why?


Malory

MALORY IS ELEVEN YEARS OLD. She is like the dawning of spring to me, so exuberant and curious. I love to be with her because everything is fun to her. On days when the world is crashing around me, Malory's smile is like the sun's rays warming my worries away. She is everything I want to be when I grow up and everything I hope she never loses. She is my hope and my confidence, all rolled up into one beautiful little girl.

My one wish for Malory would be that she never grows old in spirit, for it is her enthusiasm that makes her wonderful. I pray that no one will try to destroy that part of her that makes her special and absolutely intoxicating to be around. She is like wind and fire and water. Her love lifts me to places I'd forgotten about. She is my mentor, my guide, and my everlasting remembrance of youth. My heart seeks to protect this treasure within her, to make sure that no one crushes the innocence she is about. But if she is ever tainted by those whose blindness cannot detect the miracle, then I pray that I will be able to reconstruct the beauty that resides in her. I will tell her to remember when we watched Batman and Robin and when we worked on her class project at Kinkos the last minute. And I will remind her of when she was two and walked around with a box of coveted raisins in her pink, polka-dot bikini, when she performed magnificently in her talent show, how she really did sound like the Spice Girls, and how many endless boxes of crackers she ate.

Yes, I have decided to make it my mission to preserve this totally awesome creature of mine. She has my eyes, you know. And I remember her soul from days past. In her I will learn to dream again. I love you, baby girl.

Mom


That pretty much sums it up for me. A Mom and Grandma