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!"

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

Because this is the short season. The golden one. The one where "mom" and "little girl" are still one heartbeat. mom little girl

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

But right now? Right now, I am her whole world. And she is mine. So I will soak up the messy ponytails,

There is a magic that happens in the quiet space between a mother and her daughter. It is a bond woven not just from DNA, but from whispered secrets, shared laughter, and the soft, sticky kisses goodnight.

But then, after the storm passes, she whispers, "I love you even when you’re grumpy." Because this is the short season

Let’s not pretend it’s all sunshine and matching outfits. There are mornings where getting her hair brushed feels like negotiating a peace treaty. There are evenings where the tantrum over the wrong color cup leaves us both in tears. I lose my patience. I feel guilty. I wonder if I am doing any of this right.

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.