Precious May, a tribute to my first born

 This is me and my oldest child. She is 19. I call her May. She has become a beautiful young woman. She has a beautiful face and more importantly, a beautiful heart.  She recently moved back home after being gone for a month. She called me and said she wanted to come home, but was really sick and didn't think she could make the long drive. So, what does a mother do? She goes and gets her!
 I know, a month doesn't seem very long but this is my first born!There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't feel like a piece of me was missing. I know it was equally hard on her.
It is not that she is my favorite. I have six so that really isn't allowed. No, she was the first. I can't explain what that means because each of my children have an equal slice of my heart. But, each of my children are different. I love them all because they are mine but I love them each individually for different things that are specifically them.
 My oldest and I have a very special bond. She was born at a very difficult time in my life. Her presence helped me change for the better. I wanted her to have a good life with a good example, a mother she could be proud of, that she would look up to. I have spent her entire life doing my best to make that happen.
Now she is 19 going on 20!
We just celebrated Mother's day and she spent hours in her room the day before making me a present. All my children know I love anything homemade and so this  meant a lot to me.  She is still a mama's girl. She still calls me if she thinks I am taking too long at the store. ( which, I often do!)She hates when I go out of town without her and when I am on my way home from being out of town, she calls me to see how close I am. I think when she gets married, we will have to build her a house next door!
Our special bond has been forged over her 19 years and still continues. She is as precious to me now as she was when I first held her. No matter how old she gets, that will never change.