Raising My Daughter

When I see my daughter, I am humbled by her ability to carry the weight of peer pressure + being a middle -schooler like a 4-foot promise. Committed + occasionally drenched in momentary sadness; yet wearing her resilience like a finished sentence. On point + exact! She is everything I wanted to be but never had the space, bygones! I choose her unequivocally to live out a better version of me any day. I give her props daily + affectionately correct anyone who claims that we are just alike. I always tell them that her pulchritudinous splendor does not compare to her heart. I tell them she’s honest to a fault + laughs for no reason; yet she drinks her own vision refusing to get caught up in digital meth.

Canada The Great is what I affectionately call her because what else do you call your child when she is named after a country. I am blessed to have manufactured a better version of myself while allowing her to grow into the woman she was always destined to be. I am grateful that I am able to create a space for this amazing individual to find her place in the world.

She’s quite charismatic + shattering every landline I tripped on. Here’s to this little light. Damn Canada...I look up to you! Love mom!