Last night, I was thinking about the fact that my mom is leaving tomorrow, and Eric and I will be much more on our own than we are now. I got thinking about the many many times that I have driven out of Cedar City with tears in my eyes and a sob in my throat as I left my dearest siblings, parents, and nieces and nephews. I'm a sentimental person anyway, and leaving those dear ones to travel back to my home here was at times was nearly more than I could bear.
Since Eric and I married, parting with my family has been much easier. Oh, I still miss them, and I still get terribly excited at the prospect of being with them, but now that my Eric either 1)comes and leaves with me or 2)is waiting at our home for me to return; leaving the family isn't as difficult. And why should it be? Eric is my best friend. He's my favorite, and I'm his favorite. Silly as that may seem, it's immensely comforting to me.
So anyway, last night I got thinking about all of that, and I realized that Heather isn't an adorable little niece of mine, or a cute neighbor girl, or the darling little Sunbeam that waves to me every week in Primary. Heather is my daughter.
She is mine.
She is mine, and when my mom goes home tomorrow, Heather will stay here with me. I don't have to leave her when Christmas or Thanksgiving or a family reunion or whatever-other-special-occasion-that-might-occur is over. She will live with Eric and I for years and years to come, and I will be able to see her pretty much every day for the next I-don't-know-how-many-years. What's more, by virtue of the temple sealing in which Eric and I participated when we got married, Heather is mine forever.
It seems pretty basic, doesn't it? I mean, duh! But, realizing that last night just swelled my heart with joy.
So, I can say goodbye to my mother for now. I'm sure I'll miss her-I'll miss having her here so I can ask her all my nervous new-mother questions, but that's what a telephone is for, right? I'll miss our laundry and dishes magically washing themselves as they have for the past week, and the housecleaning elves that have been in residence here (even to the point of cleaning our nasty nasty oven), but it will be good for me to get back into the swing of all that, and to start gaining the practice of balancing and priority-setting, right? Mostly I'll miss laughing with her and swapping stories with her and running errands with her. She's one of my best friends, and I love the time I spend with her.
And why shouldn't I? I'm her daughter.
I am hers.
What's more, by virtue of the temple sealing in which she and my father participated when they got married, I'm hers forever.