A letter to my strong-willed daughter
To my strong-willed daughter,
We had another one of those days. The kind that make me want to hide in the closet and cry. You've pushed that button a million times today and found a few more buttons I didn't know I had.
I know I have to choose. I have to choose to hate today or embrace it. I have to decide if today will push me further from you or bring me closer fully understanding you.
Your voraciousness can beat me down or inspire me. I can let your independence frustrate me or make me proud. I have the choice to blame you for a bad day or to take a deep breath and try to learn something from today.
You push me more than anyone ever has before. But even in these moments, where all I want to do is get some space and eat some chocolate, I still love you. I still need you to test my limits. I need you to show me you'll stand up for yourself as you grow. I crave knowing you won't get walked all over. We have time to work on finding a balance for your tenacity but for now, mama is okay. Mama is tired...but proud to call you mine. That perpetually messy hair and quick lip make you so unique and I wouldn't have you any other way.
Love you at your best and at your worst,