She was placed in my arms, only 8 lb 8 oz, little compared to her brother...and a female…who I was called to mother, to train up to be woman. I had to more than mother her, I had to model "woman" for her.
This child became, with or without me; she was and IS AMAZING. (They all are, btw.) Watching the growth, the struggle, the suffering that brings life forth, the hard lessons that grow self-awareness and self-discipline, the laughter and tears, the asking and receiving, the Powerful expression that impacts FAR BEYOND her knowing.
Our kids become…we became. We are all still becoming…and there is much to be grateful for in that.