From her, in these thirteen years. I have learned: Little girls really are full of sugar and spice and everything nice. Mine is full of laughter and smarts. Mine is also full of gas.
Little girls can be mean, but mine also own the amazing character to forgive and to forget. I love being her single mom. Single motherhood is obviously not the road I would have chosen for myself, or for my daughter, but it has afforded us a lot of time to get to know each other in a way that we probably wouldn’t have in other or better circumstances.
I can live without her. I now know that when she moves away to college that I am built of enough of the strong stuff that I will not fall over and fall apart.
I can’t live without her. My life, no matter what it will bring me in the future, will never be the same because I’ve lived with her in it. She has improved my life in ways unmeasurable by human tools and description.
I want to live with the heart of my child. She is generous to the core. She cares about people and never forgets a sad story or a sad person. She is my bestest.