"You know your my number one right? The one I can always count on no matter what I'm dealing with. You say I'm your rock Mamma. But honestly, it's the Mamma who's the rock for their daughter."
Yes, I was speechless.
My heart swelled. I cried. Tears of happiness. Tears of pure Joy. Tears of pride. Tears of Accomplishment.
Me? Her Rock? Awesome! How many parents have heard that from their children?
I honestly never thought of being her rock. I don't know why.
I always said SHE was my rock. She kept me going when I would have easily hung it all up. She was the reason for my fighting and staying here. She will always be my ROCK.
I am blessed to experience this sort of bond with an extraordinary daughter.