Sweet Sounds

My daughter is singing. I'm in the living room and she's in her bedroom with the door closed and I can hear her singing. AH is asleep and has to be up in an hour to get ready for work and she shouldn't be singing so loudly in the middle of the night. I'm not gonna make her stop though, because she has a beautiful voice and I love to hear it. She has always sang because I've always sang with her. I gave her the gift of loving music from the very start. This is one of those mommy moments when you see something good in them that came from you and get to feel really good about it.

It's so hard to know how to raise them when you weren't given a very good example from your parents. Father no where to be found and a mom that is struggling to pay all the bills and deal with her rage at the world. I cried myself to sleep when I was 13 and was sure that I wasn't loved. My daughter sings. I'm so proud of myself right now. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm winging it. But I love the hell out of that little girl in there and she knows it. At least I make sure of that. And she is a wonderful person with a big heart and a creative mind and I couldn't ask for more. She inspires me to be a better person. Sometimes I think she teaches me more than I teach her. I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I just can hear her singing and it feels good.