God's Precious Gift

God’s Precious Gift

When he was born, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

His tiny hand clutched my finger and my heart swelled with pride.

It was hard to believe he came from me, and I was afraid.

I watched him grow, and I marveled at the things he’d done.

He would be all I couldn’t be . . . he could be President of this great country.

I still couldn’t believe he came from me, and I was afraid.

My love for this child as he grew to a man multiplied over the years.

Through all the pains of adolescence and all the mistakes of motherhood,

Of one thing he was certain, I loved him very much . . . even though I was afraid.

Francene Hopkins

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