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My Samara

My Samara, is all grown now. Yes she is 7years yet behaves more grown up than that, at times asking very tough questions, having her own mind and ideas and opinions. All in all am grateful. Earlier in the year, I felt inadequate to be her mom, yes, I felt like we were clashing so much on most things and I felt like am failing at parenting my baby girl. But it dawned on me that she is growing and instead of handing down instructions,we must sit and discuss, that way we get to talk and agree on issues. With that approach ,I feel much better.

Many years ago when Samara got her open heart surgery, my greatest worry was the scar on the chest, I prayed that it would disappear and that we would never have to answer any questions or have the scar affect Samara's self-esteem.But I had read other people's experiences and of course the scar stays. So the day I feared came yesterday, when Samara asked what happened pointing to the scar...I had to explain to her that she had a hole in the heart but she had surgery and is ok now. She took in the answer well and I guess we shall have to revisit the topic again and this time emphasise that the scar is a reminder to us and hopefully to her of God's faithfulness in our lives. I told her she is dearly loved by the lord and amazingly her name means protected by God, how prophetic that was.

As a mum, am thankful for this beauty, she is really beautiful both in and out, she is so loving, writes mum many notes, plays the piano so beautifully, a great big sister to her brother Nate.She loves dancing and going out anytime is her thing. Am thankful for Samara, my prayer for her is that she may grow to love the Lord and live under His shadow all the days of her life.

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