My Girl

My mother always told me that she was so glad that she had daughters. She told me so for many reasons; one of them being that she knew she would be taken care of when she was sick or much much older. I, too, have a daughter, and for the past couple of days she has been the one who has taken care of me. She has selflessly tended to me. She has rubbed my neck. She LET ME SLEEP WITH HER FAVORITE BLANKET! She's the one who "gets it" even when no words are spoken. She is the one most tuned in to my deepest emotions. She is the one who pats me on the back. She is my daughter.