I’m not a mama yet, but I’ve always dreamt of having a daughter.
Every once in a while, I’ll miss her. I’ll miss the way she smelled and cooed and cried in my arms in my dreams. It’s a weird feeling to miss someone who doesn’t really exist. But, I’m a little bit weird and to me, she does. And sometimes, I think about the way I’d parent her.
And then I heard this poem by Sarah Kay and I no longer had to think about how to be a mother because this…this is exactly how I would choose to mother the daughter in my dreams:
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