She is tender. Her heart is tender. Her hugs even more special. Her encouraging words like a song to a fragile heart. She recites Truth and gives love. All without expecting anything in return. She is this way with everyone she comes in contact with.
She is tender.
And tender is special. Tender is not weak or wrong. It is strong and right. Tender is hope for the broken-hearted and crushed in spirit. Tender makes me want to be just like her.
I watch myself trying to be tender with my daughter. Doing unto her the way it was done unto me.
After all, tender makes me want to be just like her.
Tender is my sweet, caring, loving, beautiful mama. And her tenderness, is an Earthly reminder of how tender my Heavenly Father is with me.
"Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as Christ forgave you."