When my daughter was born, I had many fears of what she'd turn out to be like. Would she make the same mistakes I did? Will she have the same tempers? The same fears? Would she be able to handle whatever life threw at her? As she grows older, I see more and more of myself in her and for better or for worse, I consider it a dream come true. My heart swells with the love of my children as I write this. I hope to have a beautiful relationship with her as I did my own mother.
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