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| My mother (infant), her mother, her grandmother, and her great grandmother |
Here is where I write something succinct about motherhood, where I repeat what others have said for generations. Except my heart never leads in that direction. I’ve written about my mother in past years. She is dear to me. My thoughts always turn to my grandmother, who passed in 2008. I love her so much still. And I must circle my aunt into this. She and I spent so much time together. She is like a mother to me. In an aunt kinda way. But I think more than anything what comes up in me today is my daughter, who has become a truly beautiful woman.
Aw, shucks, Suzanne.
But it’s true, and my one piece of motherly advice to anyone reading is to let them shine as themselves. I have taken a stance that if she needs it, I’ll provide it. If she asks me to go or to do, I will go and do. If she likes it, then it’s okay with me. If she wears it or buys it, I’ll appreciate it. And if I see a place in her which God should fill, then I’ll keep praying. Because God knows her heart, her every thought and intent, and He can fix it.
I say this to you, He knows even the heart of those without Him. Don’t let their lack of God stop you from love. But place them, once more, on the altar of His love and speak truth over them in your secret place. Then when you are with them, refrain from criticism and, to some extent, correction. My daughter tells me of her life because it is valuable to me, and that is where this briefly ends. Because I am a daughter, and my mother is a daughter, and my aunt is a daughter. And those who went ahead of us nurtured us in this manner. If yours did not, then I am sorry. May God give to you that one to take her place, to tell you that you are good just as you are, and where you aren’t, may God smooth all the wrinkles away and tell you that that dress looks great on you, those shoes go with it perfectly, and that talent you have to sing or to sew or to grow beautiful things is what He gave you, so that all will know you are His.
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Superhuman Stryke Dawkins has billions of dollars at his disposal. He can buy what he wants and go wherever he chooses without any struggle. Yet the poison beneath his skin has given him a solitary existence. It’s better to live alone than risk innocent lives.
Margot Fischer volunteered for a scientific study that promised her a child. Though the premise was strange, she has so much love to give and a wonderful example of parenting in the memory of her deceased mother. She can mold this young life placed in her hands and create a happy future for them both.
But when an attack on her unborn child’s life thrusts her and Stryke together, it seems the truth behind the baby’s conception links directly to the Dawkins brothers’ genetic history, and a truth about the child’s existence that someone will stop at nothing to hide.
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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com
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