My prayer for my daughters

Every time I look at my girls I am thankful for having been blessed with them. Every time I think of them the floodgate of memories opens up and I’m overwhelmed by all the amazing moments I have been able to share with them. There was a time when my husband and I weren’t sure we’d be able to have children, only to be blessed with two little girls who continue to amaze, exhaust, frustrate, humour, surprise and completely fulfill us.


When I watch them, on their own and together, my heart swells and my mind starts ticking away at what I want for them in life, what I wish and pray for, for each of them. I don’t pray for them to become doctors or property moguls, to be rich or famous, to live in big houses or drive fancy shiny cars. When I look at my girls, in those quiet moments, I pray…

That they live full and meaningful lives.

That they find the path that makes them happy.

That they build their work, their careers, on passion, not money.

That they never lose the bond that was forged by blood and nurtured by love and laughter.

That they always look out for one another, look after one another.

That they appreciate each other’s differences and encourage each other’s strengths and passions.

That they laugh through the good times and support each other through the bad.

That they can always be each other’s shoulders to cry on.

That they respect each other, respect themselves, and respect others.

That they show compassion, kindness, and generosity towards others.

That they allow themselves to make mistakes and learn from them.

That they help each other grow, and shine.

That they walk with confidence, smile with sincerity, and talk animatedly.

That they keep the faith.

That they are protected from the evils and darkness of this world.

That they realise that it’s not about how many friends you have, but about the quality of the friendships.

That they are not naive to the cruelty in this world, but that it doesn’t stop them from appreciating the goodness in it.

That they look back on all their scoldings, timeouts and discipline dished as a necessary part of raising strong-willed daughters.

That they never completely outgrow their inner child.

That we get to see them grow.

That they never forget the power of prayer or the presence of the Almighty.

That they never stop wanting to visit their grandparents and spend time in their company.

That their strong will lends to an inner strength that carries them through anything.

That they never stop enjoying or asking for family hugs.

That when their dad and I are gone from this world they’ll remember us often, and smile when they think of us.

That when it seems like everything is crumbling around them, they’ll be each other’s rock. ♥

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