My Daughter, My Inspiration

She inspired me

My daily life is a routine. I go to school, work, and home. Every other weekend I’m at work. In between all of that, I’m a mother. This is my schedule most of the week. My routine can be stressful. But this particular day, I enjoyed. I enjoyed it because my daughter made me think of something different. I woke up, bug-eyed, to my alarm clock ringing and tinging, of course I don’t want to move. I was just awakened from an adventurous dream, by this man-made item. The coolness of my bed, softness of my feathered pillows, and my body was stretched out on my firm king mattress. My daughter lying next to me snoring sound asleep. Her lips were puckered, as if she was waiting for a kiss. At the moment, I felt wonderful. Unfortunately, this was the short part of my day. I had to get going. I dropped my daughter off at daycare. I had forty minutes to clock-in at work and thirty minutes to get there. I thought of that, as time to myself. Driving along, I had a clear view of the sun rising into the dull morning sky. Casting sun beams throughout my car. Steam coming from my homemade cup of Colombian coffee, drenched with French vanilla creamer with two teaspoons of sugar. I had indulge in the moment, concentrating on the strong but sweet taste of my coffee and the beautiful view upon me. My batteries were charged for a twelve hour shift. That night, after successfully completing my work day, I had made it home safely. It was time to unwind. I had cooked my daughter’s favorite dish, spaghetti and string beans. My house was cleaned with an overly sweet scent of an apple cider Yankee Candle burning by the fireplace. My daughter belly was full as she was snoring softly after I had read “I love you through and through”. It was the end of my day, once again. I had time to myself. Only this time was a little different. I had turned my television off along with my cell phone, which was placed on charger. As I laid next to my daughter, staring at her beautiful