I am my mother's daughter. It's a unique bond that comes from living inside someone else. There are things you absorb through osmosis as you feel the heartbeat of love surround you. I did not want to leave that safe haven; my mother's womb did not want to let me go, but in the end it had no choice and I was pushed into a world of bright lights and noise, and put into the safety of loving arms that would never let me go. She taught me everything through discipline and love, with kindness and by example. There was right; there was wrong; and there was forgiveness. She was the critic I always wanted to please. She was my champion, fierce with her pride. She was love personified. I know her life had pain and sadness, but those were secrets she kept hidden. I'm sure there were dreams unfulfilled, and things she wished she might have done differently, but she never spoke of them. She denied their existence, running away to embrace the people she loved. I am my mother's daughter. She was far from perfect, and so am I. I say this, not as a bad thing, but as simple fact. For better or worse, I am a part of her that lives on. I will shout her praises to the sky and thank the universe for the blessing of being my mother's daughter.
~Elise Skidmore ©2021