My Mother's Daughter

We are simultaneously relishing in the lives we have been given. Taking hold the hand of every single moment and storming or sauntering into the next. When I was young, I can remember taking note of the things that I would do (or never do) with my own daughter. Today, I don't remember all of the promises I made to myself, but I am quite sure they are broken, all of them. Both motherhood and childhood are equally fleeting, equally full of wonder and knowledge, fury and glory. So today, I promise to my daughter that I will be open arms and ears. I will not take you personally... for you are your mothers daughter and I am mine.