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The Beauty of the Kid

Sometimes you really don't see why you go through some of the trials you do then you see it, clearly

Lately, I'm seeing the other purpose for my Valley a few years ago. I knew it was about my own growth and I embraced the journey and walked through my darkest time knowing that God had my hand. At the same time, I felt like I had Syd's hand but I think she was holding God's hand as well.

She was 13 when her grandmother died and her mother lost her job and went through the most trying time. Syd NEVER complained. She never pulled a "why is this happening to me?" She stood right by my side and we made it through.

I'm still seeing the positive effects of those times on my kid.

Anything negative or hard comes her way, Syd is quick to KNOW everything will be fine. She finds the good in it. She will remind me that there is a reason for the situation and that we will be fine. How many of us would have loved to learn that lesson at 18 instead of later in life? God was working on BOTH of us. He has made Syd a strong young woman. She has made her a grateful young woman. I'm proud of her. She is very much a teenager (Lawd) but when times are rough, Syd steps up. No complaining.

I really love my daughter very much. I'm always so grateful that she's the child I've gotten to have stewardship over. God reminds me all the time that she is very much HIS child as much as I like to claim her as solely mine. I enjoy listening to her figure out her world and plan her next steps. She recently gave me the most incredible compliment. She was working on the computer and I told her she was a great kid and will make a great woman. She didn't even turn around and said, "I'm just trying to be half the woman you are mom. You are the greatest woman I know." I was like Wha? ME? (cry, cry, tear, tear)

Times have been hitting us a little hard recently but we've been here. We make a plan and work it as a team. She is ready for the next phase of her life and I'm confident that she will enter it with grace. God bless her.

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