I want her to laugh at something that made her feel embarrassed months before, and to realize that time heals in almost all scenarios.
Why doesn’t my mother love me?
I will teach her to make her own expectations, and shatter them.
You are so loved.
But here is my secret: I am a liar too. Or I was, for much of my life. I remember the moment when I realized that I had a hand in what type of reality another would live by. That I could carve out my own secret nook beneath others’ expectations and exist in that delicious, sovereign space.
Because of her, I see that my body is a magnificent creation – one that should be loved, respected and cherished.
When you were born, I really was scared. You were this new one foot tall human moving into our apartment.
I hope he has a family and a daughter of his own one day. I hope he gets that opportunity I didn’t have to teach his daughter all those important lessons I didn’t get to teach mine.
I am afraid that when she asks me why she isn’t perfect and I answer, “but you are a miracle” she won’t believe me.
If one day I have a daughter, I will cry.