Let’s not pretend it’s all sunshine and matching outfits. There are mornings where getting her hair brushed feels like negotiating a peace treaty. There are evenings where the tantrum over the wrong color cup leaves us both in tears. I lose my patience. I feel guilty. I wonder if I am doing any of this right.
And I realize: She doesn’t need a perfect mother. She just needs me . mom little girl
Make it count. Even—especially—on the hard days. her first hero
In the Eyes of My Little Girl: A Reflection on Motherhood
Let’s not pretend it’s all sunshine and matching outfits. There are mornings where getting her hair brushed feels like negotiating a peace treaty. There are evenings where the tantrum over the wrong color cup leaves us both in tears. I lose my patience. I feel guilty. I wonder if I am doing any of this right.
And I realize: She doesn’t need a perfect mother. She just needs me .
You are her first love, her first hero, and her first understanding of what a strong woman looks like.
Make it count. Even—especially—on the hard days.
In the Eyes of My Little Girl: A Reflection on Motherhood
