Daughters Part 3

I was asleep when my baby girl was born. A drug induced sleep, because she was born by c-section. I had only just begun to wake up as they got ready to take her to the nursery. And I was only allowed to see her as they held her up and said she was a girl. My husband asked what her name was. (we were so sure she would be a boy, we hadn't really picked out girl names) I knew her though and I knew what her name would be. She was my Candigirl, though I never called her that. She was always and is Candice. My brown eyed girl. In the hospital, the nurses took pity on me and let me hold her for a couple of minutes on the way to recovery. I worried so that we would not bond because I wasn't able to have her with me those first few days.

I was wrong of course, How could anyone not bond with this sweet soul? Unlike her sister, this girl was a cuddler. And a sleeper. She was so laid back, that she let her sister do all the talking for her. So much so that she waited to walk, she waited to talk..... We took her to the doctors to make sure everything was alright and he told us she'd walk and talk when she wasgood and ready. Stubborn little thing, even then, It was like she knew we were waiting, so she decided to put it off.

My oldest hit school with no problem, she was raring to go, much to my surprise. So when my baby was ready for school. I thought clear sailing. But again, I was surprised. She hated it and didn't want to stay. Separation anxiety really sucks. Every single day, I felt like I was abandening her and it broke my heart. People told me she'll get over it...... sometimes I wonder if that sensitive soul ever really did. I made arrangements with the school to take her to lunch once a week. We'd hit McDonalds and just let the rest of the world fade away for an hour. I honesly think it helped.

Her teenage years I think were spent trying to prove that she didn't need me. We would fight and scream, but I know she was fighting for independance and who could really blame her. Her heart though,always came back to mine. And when her Dad left, this girl was my helper, my lifeline. She was always there. Helping with errands, helping with chores. What a girl!

With everthing we went through, closer then close, yet sometimes as far away as two people can be, we were and are a lot alike. Even with some of our worst fights, she would always come back a appologize. I love this girl and she's grown into an amazing woman, mother and friend. I watch her learn from her mistakes. She listens to advice and takes it to heart. She's playfull and has a great heart. She chose a good man, so much like herself it's almost scary. It's been a privilage to watch her grow up and blossom.

Like her sister, even as different as they are, she is a McGuire Girl. Strong, loving and a take no prisoners attitude. I'm so glad she's not a boy, like we originally thought she'd be. ( even though cars and not Barbies, were her favorite toys) She does make an excellant Mother to two boys. Funny how things work out.

She's my friend, my sunshine and she'll always be my baby. I cherish her.