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Nineteen years ago tonight, I brought forth into this world a 10 lb. 5 oz. baby girl. We had planned to name a daughter "Brittany Rose," but somehow we had imagined a girl of that name to be a beatific blonde. Our daughter was a brunette bruiser, so we named her Carrie Kathleen. We did not realize that often brunette bruisers become beatific blondes, and so it was with Carrie. We humans don't get many chances to produce something of eternal value. My husband and I were given three such opportunities--gifts, really--and we seized upon them with all the grace and love God made available. Every earthly accomplishment fades into nothingness next to the joy of raising a wonderful daughter to womanhood. In the novel "We Were the Mulvaneys" by Joyce Carol Oates, the mother of the teen-aged girl says that having boys is great, but "my only daughter is my gift to the world." Carrie, I couldn't give the world a better gift than the one I received nineteen years ago tonight.
Posted by Katy on 03/17/01 at 12:59 AM
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