Bacon and Eggs

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This bacon lovin' girl amazes me every day.

Home for Christmas break several months ago, my girl knew her mama was struggling both mentally and physically. Then came the news from the doctor that I was done. A leave from work, time to heal - which caused said mama a lot more stress and anxiety for quite some time. (It still does some days of I am being honest.)

Bree supported me with strength and encouragement. Validating what I needed to do even though she knew how hard it was for stubborn me.

What was harder for me was knowing she was moving to BC for her next coop work term for her U of Waterloo ArchEng program.

After the goodbyes, during which mama and daughter have learned to hold back tears until out of sight from one another, I retreated to my bedroom. On my bed, there was a package of handwritten notes from my girl.

One large note explained how proud she was of me and how sorry she was that she would not be physically here for me the next few months. Along with this note was a series of folded cards. Each card had directions on when to open it, depending on how I was feeling and what I needed in that moment.

• Open when you are missing your littles…

• Open when you are feeling nostalgic….

• Open when you are feeling like listening to music….

• Open when you are feeling like baking or cooking …

The inside of every card has personal recommendations, or a positive note from my girl.

The tears started up again, but wow! Talk about the gift that keeps on giving. These notes have come in very handy on some tough days.

The biggest thing I keep thinking about is… how did I get so lucky to have a girl like B?

She is a gift most certainly, but I am in a new era where I am trying to honor myself a little more. I can take some credit for how amazing my girl is, at the amazing woman she has become.

My girl is an incredible human being. I am beyond grateful to have had the opportunity to take a role in shaping who she has become.

I am certainly grateful for her love and encouragement during this bump in my road.

I hope she knows I will be the eggs to her bacon forever.