Because this is the short season. The golden one. The one where "mom" and "little girl" are still one heartbeat.
Make it count. Even—especially—on the hard days.
But right now? Right now, I am her whole world. And she is mine.
Every day, I see pieces of my own childhood reflected back at me—but through a softer, brighter lens. When she twirls in her too-big princess dress, I see the clumsy joy I once had. When she furrows her brow in concentration while drawing a rainbow, I see my own stubborn determination.
Because this is the short season. The golden one. The one where "mom" and "little girl" are still one heartbeat.
Make it count. Even—especially—on the hard days.
But right now? Right now, I am her whole world. And she is mine.
Every day, I see pieces of my own childhood reflected back at me—but through a softer, brighter lens. When she twirls in her too-big princess dress, I see the clumsy joy I once had. When she furrows her brow in concentration while drawing a rainbow, I see my own stubborn determination.