My daughter made this sign today for my mom and I. We both cried because my daughter’s perception of us, while powerful, simply isn’t true. I have many breaking points. So does my mom. My daughter often likes to drive me to my breaking point, push me over the cliff and wave as I wonder how the fuck to deal with what she’s throwing at me. I love being a mom. I didn’t know I would and was surprised when my daughter was born that from then on out, being her mother would define me. That’s what I wanted. Being a mother, her mother is hard. Like harder than anything else I’ve ever done. I’m not sure why anyone would want this. It makes perfect sense to me that people don’t. There’s no parade. Pat on the backs are few and far between and I can’t remember the last time someone brought me flowers. Motherhood can feel thankless, most of the time it is, and isolating, most of the time it is. But it’s also magical, exciting, thrilling, and probably what I’m better at than anything else. It’s a constant storm of grief and celebration all at once. Which is very confusing at first, and maybe still is. But I guess that’s what life is about anyway. Everything all at once. All at once. All at once. Grief and love. I think they are probably the same thing anyway. Forever grateful for the lessons, my darling.

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