Everyday, the sun rises on beautiful, bright possibilities.
On one such day, March 11, 1984, before even the sun rose
and greeted the morning, contractions woke me from a fitful sleep.
It’s too early. Three and a half weeks. Just false labor. Don’t worry.
John was worried, “We have to go to the hospital!”
It’s too early. It’s too early.
But our daughter thought it was just the right time to come!
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I held my beautiful baby in my arms, so perfect, so pink.
Little miniature fingers grasped mine. Tiny toes-ten in all-
wiggled as I tickled them. Blue eyes, blue like John’s,
Blue like a July sky, looked up at mine, so seriously.
How can I love someone so deeply that I just met?
Is this the little girl I carried all these months?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
My little “squirt” toddled over to me, a happy grin lighting
her face. One arm outstretched toward mine, the other
carrying Strawberry Shortcake by her red hair.
Then, her little hand in mine. My mother-heart so full
of love for this little life I thought it would burst.
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Is that my darling daughter,
cheerily singing, singing, singing,
and
twirling, twirling, twirling around the room?
Is that my darling daughter in her Jasmine pajamas?
Is that my sweet girl giggling her little girl-dreams?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Joyous strains drift out the open window,
float on the summer breeze and
fill the neighborhood with song. Even the
birds turn to listen.
My heart dances in time to the rhythm of the
refrain of the daughter so dear to my heart.
Who is this girl, this daughter-mine, with
the voice of a nightingale?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Laughter, love, dreams mingling, swirling,
intertwining each day, each moment as my days
are blessed with this daughter-friend.
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as they gaze
My laughing lassie, sunlight on her chestnut tresses
and stars in her eyes, waves to me.
Then, with casual backward glance, turns toward the dorm,
turns toward her life,
the beautiful path unfolding before her.
She joyful, me conflicted: Gladness, sadness, dreams.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
A girl with sparkling eyes swiftly crosses the stage,
Her hand reaching out to take her diploma.
The future a door opening widely before her.
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Tears stream down my face as I hug my dear, dear
girl at O’Hare Airport.
Am I really telling her that she will be a
wonderful teacher in China?
Tears in my eyes as I wave good-bye.
She turning at the security check,
turning with casual backward glance,
with one brief wave and a wobbly smile,
walks into her future.
With a prayer in my heart and tears in my eyes,
I turn toward home.
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Tears stream down my face as I hug my dear, dear
girl at O’Hare Airport. Am I really hearing that she is
back to stay? An I really hearing that she is
going to live in Wisconsin? Am I telling her how proud
I am of all she did teaching in China?
With a prayer in my heart and a tear in my eyes,
we turn to go home-together.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
How swiftly the years have flown!
How did she become the talented, gifted young
woman of whom I am so proud?
The road is still unfolding into the distant unknown, but
the horizon is bright with the woman dreams in her heart.
How blessed I am!
Happy birthday, dear daughter, dear Emily.
Lyrics from “Sunrise, Sunset”
Songwriters
JERRY BOCK, SHELDON HARNICK
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Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
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I can totally empathize with your slice! It is so wild to watch our kids grow up and not feel sadness as well as pride. This is beautiful. Happy birthday to your daughter!
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I know. We strive to give them wings, but then we have to watch as they flutter off into their own lives. We have done our jobs, but it can be bittersweet.
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What a lovely walk through your daughter’s life! Your pride in this young woman comes through loud and clear. So glad she is back closer to home. That makes life so much sweeter.
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Beautiful. What a beautiful tribute. My grandfather used to sing this song at every wedding and multiple times at mine. He said it was the greatest song ever written about being a parent. Happy birthday to your daughter. She’s lucky to have a mother that writes so eloquently about her.
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Your grandfather and I agree. I often think about this song as I watch the years fly by. My husband laughed at me when I put my daughter on the bus to kindergarten, but it was because it seemed only yesterday that I held her for the first time!
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This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks, Mom. Hopefully one day I’ll be as amazing as you are. 🙂
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You are already amazing!
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