Growing up, I was taught and shown the true value of family. I have been through relationships blessed and broken; yet one relationship haunts my mind as I myself go through my teenage years, living the way I do.
They say the bond a mother has with her daughter is unlike another. The softest heart and the strongest mind I have ever encountered; and I am not one to argue that my most valued relationship to this day is with my mother.
I’m eighteen years old and have quite some time on my hands before I have to worry about diapers and first crushes and prom dresses; but naturally the thought of having my own daughter occurs to me especially since I read Dale Partridge’s post ‘Moms…Never Say This To Your Daughter‘, which gave me an insight into being a good parent.
The mention of generational sin hits home as I myself have had my fair share passed on to me, as I’m sure you have too. Yet, I barely ever thought of how I would fix it for my future children.
I will start treating myself as I would treat my future daughter; patience being key and second chances being essential.
I will start listening to my mind, strong as it is. Never turning my back on myself when others seem to disagree with my actions.
I will stop judging myself so harshly, not only for a girl who may as well never exist, but also for my security and sanity.
She is deserving of my patience, I am deserving of my trust, we are deserving of our love.
So, I decided to write this in hopes that she may see this one-day, as well as this being a friendly reminder to my future mommy self. I was once eighteen years old; I have been where she has been and have tried my best to raise her the way I did; and no matter how old and annoying I may seem, I love her very much.
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