Chris Rock jokes that a father’s only job is to make sure his daughter stays off the stripper pole. I chuckle every time I hear the commercial. It’s so true, no parent wants their daughter to strip for a living. But if she does I’m sure they’d find a way to deal with it. It’s called unconditional love. 

On December 30, 2013 I birth a seven pound three ounce bundle of unconditional love. I’ve loved before, but never like this. My daughter brings me so much joy. Everyday with her is a memory, experience and lesson. And no day has been the same.

When I learned she was growing inside of me it scared me. I wanted to protect her, keep her safe, make sure she made it here with ten fingers and toes and all her organs functioning right. 

Mission accomplished at 1:06 p.m. 

Then came more fear. 

What scared me most was failing her as a mom. I still pray that I’m doing right by her. I often wonder how can I give her what I never had. Then just as fast I whisper “Lord help me.”

Help me to show her unconditional love, for her to realize she’s beautiful, intelligent, fearless, comical, bold and inquisitive. Help me to protect her esteem and never doubt the potential she has. Help me to show her how much I love her even in times she may disappoint me in the future.

Not to omit my husband, because he’s definitely in this with me. But they have their bond and we have ours. She equally a daddy’s girl as she is a mama’s girl. 

I don’t have all the answers, I’m still learning as a mom. What I do know is that she’s my best teacher. 

Happy 3rd birthday to my little best friend. Mommy, Mom, Mama loves you.