This one hits me the hardest.
She’s thirteen today.
She was my first baby.
I learned it all with her.
She calls me her BFF and we snuggle and whisper in her bed after her brothers have gone to sleep and she tells me everything that happened during her day.
I wrap my arms around her and try to hold her like I did when she was little, despite the fact that she is my size.
I want to protect her from anything that will hurt her, but it’s started already.
Feeling like she isn’t enough.
But, oh, my love. You are enough.
You are more than enough.
I want her to not make the mistakes I made.
Yet, I know that it’s my mistakes that have made me who I am today, so I bite my tongue and hold her hand and kiss away her tears when she makes them, knowing she’s learned, as I learned before her.
She. Is. Everything.
And today, my first baby…my mirror…my heart…