Baby Mine...

Baby mine, don't you cry.

Baby mine, dry your eyes.

Rest your head close to my heart,

Never to part, baby of mine.

Little one, when you play,

pay no heed what they say.

Let your eyes sparkle and shine,

never a tear, baby of mine.

If they knew all about you,

they'd end up loving you, too.

All those same people who scold you,

what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your hair down to your toes,

you're not much, goodness knows.

But, you're so precious to me,

sweet as can be, baby of mine.

I just heard this song when it popped up on iTunes today, and I couldn't help but think about my mom. Lately, I've just been reminded of the fact that even when people are hateful towards me, and tell me how little I'm worth as a person, I'm always going to mean the world to one person at least. My mom know almost everything there is about me - good or bad.

I don't think I would have made it through the past couple of months without my mom to talk to about it, because she tries to keep me level, but at the same time, she understands that I can't react to things like a lady all the time.

I just sort of know that I'm always going to be her baby, even when I try to convince myself that I have to face things alone. I know that there have been times that I haven't agreed with my mom, felt like I was last on her list of priorities, but maybe it's just a sign that I'm growing up a little bit: there are people who need her more than I do right now, and maybe the fact that she let me go my own way just gave me a chance to make her proud.