WHAT I WOULD TELL HER: (If I knew what to say.)
- You are a miracle.
- And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
- You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.
- Being a mother means having your heart broken.
- And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
- And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.
- Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
- Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
- But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.
- And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
- The truth is, being a woman is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.
- That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
- I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:
- You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
- And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.
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