The tiny grip of an infant's hand,
The smile on their face the first time they stand.
The joy on your face for the first laugh they make,
The pride you feel for the wobbly steps they take.
The first tear they shed over a skinned-up knee,
For all the things your there to see.
The happiness a smile can bring,
When a bedtime story is a necessary thing.
And when their teens and yell at anything you do,
Your grateful for the occasional I love you.
The joyful day she walks down the isle,
And all you can do is stand there and smile.
Now your little girl is a mother too,
And finally understands what you went through.
The cycle continues, never ending,
And you played your part with love and understanding.
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