"Mama, are you going to wear your purple pajamas tonight?" she asks me.
"Yes," I reply. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to wear my purple pajamas because I'm a mommy, too," she states, holding her baby doll...
"Mama, where do you keep your purse?" she asks me.
"It's on the counter by the phone," I say.
"Okay," she says as she walks off, butterfly purse in hand, to put hers beside mine...
I stand in front of the ironing board, starching, ironing.
She appears with a tub of baby doll clothes, a princess spray bottle, and her own makeshift iron, to do what I'm doing...
Tears fill my eyes as I am reminded of just how much she watches me. Every day. Every move.
Oh, God, I fall so short each and every day. Through your mercy, may what she sees in me be pleasing to you. Through your grace, may what she sees in me be a reflection of you.