Home / mother daughter
It’s a story of resilience, family bonds, and a teen rising to the challenge in the most critical of moments.
In my daughter's eyes, I am invincible. She sees the light shine bright inside me, even when I feel like it's so dim.
The daughter I dreamed of was blonde with blue eyes like ice, always in frilly dresses and dainty shoes. The daughter I have is rambunctious, mud-loving, loud and fearless.
I grew up wondering many things but was hushed quickly. My parents would try to nurture what they could but the school I attended and the society we STILL live in doesn't like children asking hard questions. They aren't supposed to have hard questions, especially little girls, who seem to have extra layers of nonsense to contend with when they give voice to deep thoughts.
It's not because I think she was a bad parent. I respect her more than anyone else in the world.
As I drove on, I realized I was feeling something I hadn't expected: happiness. I remembered then what I had learned in my early twenties as an Americorps volunteer, that giving makes you feel good.
Being your mother has shown me the immense power of women.
For every sassy retort or stubborn moment of conviction, I see myself—even my same expression—staring back at me.
With every month that my grandchild grows, I gaze at my daughter in utter amazement.
Swooooooooon.
When she finds that love with you, I want you to know…