Last concert in HS

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My little girl who it seems like a couple of years ago I couldnt get off my leg, is now graduating from HS. In a few short weeks she will be a "grown" woman. I went to her last concert tonight in HS. She has been in chorus and choir since she was a little one. I always went I love the kids and cant take my eyes off my own. Allie told me she has a par in one of the songs, I was so excited for her but didnt ask what song or how much of a part. Boy was I surprised when they introduced her and she stood at the mic and sang a Sting song. Alone, brave, loud, strong, beautiful. I cried. I cried hard, hot tears with pride that beamed form every pore of my body. I looked up and my child was singing to make herself heard. She wore a green dress, her hair down and green shoes. Her eyes sparkled and she was wonderful.
She sings at church and I am so proud but this was different. She had a message.
I know a few of my friends read my blog daily and most of them know my girls first hand.
How and why God chose me to be a part of these childrens lives is amazing. I am so lucky.
Are they perfect, so far from it. But are they sincere, good, honest, sensitive. yes.
I cried though the concert for who my baby was. I cried for who we all were. I cried for the woman she is becoming. I cried for the woman I am becoming. I look back in my mind and I see the little girl with freckles and bright blue eyes who cried at the slightest thing. She was afraid and timid. Now my girl is going away to college and is going to Europe in June. She is my hope and encouragement to live sometimes. I so look forward to the excitement in all of their lives that it makes me want to see it all. I want to revel in my childrens successes so the people that may have at one time or another doubted our (our) the girls and I now including Jack and Andy ability to succeed. I know this child is going to leave a mark, on the world-? I hope.
On people s hearts I am sure of it.
God Bless you Allison Elizabeth. You make me proud each and everyday.

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