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Every day, I see pieces of my own childhood reflected back at me—but through a softer, brighter lens. When she twirls in her too-big princess dress, I see the clumsy joy I once had. When she furrows her brow in concentration while drawing a rainbow, I see my own stubborn determination.

You are her first love, her first hero, and her first understanding of what a strong woman looks like.

To the world, she is just a little girl. But to me, she is the person who made me a mother. mom little girl

So I will soak up the messy ponytails, the crayon on the walls, the 4 a.m. bed invasions, and the endless chorus of "Mommy, watch this!"

One day, she won’t want to hold my hand in the school drop-off line. One day, she will roll her eyes when I sing along to the radio. One day, her secrets will be for her friends, not for me. Every day, I see pieces of my own

Make it count. Even—especially—on the hard days.

Because this is the short season. The golden one. The one where "mom" and "little girl" are still one heartbeat. You are her first love, her first hero,

But right now? Right now, I am her whole world. And she is mine.

But then, after the storm passes, she whispers, "I love you even when you’re grumpy."