Raising a daughter is scary, intimidating, hard, wonderful and rewarding. It's terrifying to see bits of yourself in your child. You see the good and not-so-good. Like me, she loves to read and devours chocolate. Like me, she is stubborn and outgoing. If I had a magic wand, I would make sure she doesn't make the same mistakes I did. I would raise her to be confident and believe in herself. Unlike me, she has a beautiful singing voice and real artistic talent. I would teach her to stand up for herself and be willing to try new things. She would not shy away from confrontation. She would not babble when she gets nervous. She would be more patient with people. She would not be so sensitive to criticism. She would study hard in school. She would not be afraid to ask for help. I would tell her to be strong yet gentle, firm in her beliefs but flexible. I would like her to be courageous but cautious with the feelings of others. I would raise her to reach for the stars but stay grounded. I want her to see the world but always come home. She would be independent and dependable. I want to give her the world but I don't want her to take anything or anyone for granted. Being a mother is my most important job. The pay stinks. It's a 24/7/365 job. It's messy, confusing and challenging. I love it. I have the greatest job in the world.
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