My Mother’s Daughter

When I look into my daughter’s eyes with all that affection, I can’t help but see my mother.
I see the total dedication. Countless hours spent caring, doting, nursing.
I see the worry. I see the sacrifice.
Trading personal interest for selfless love.
A need to provide, nurture, help succeed.
I see strength and vulnerability. Giving all of oneself for one little being.
I see sleepless nights, tears, joys, and anxieties.
Endless snuggles.
Closeness, connection, understanding without words.
When I look into my daughter’s eyes, I see my mother.

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