She’s made of all the pieces I used to hide

 She’s made of all the pieces I used to hide.

The fire.
The stubbornness.
The light.

Being her mom has made me look at myself differently.
It’s made me fall back in love with the parts of me I once thought were “too much.”
It’s made me realize that the things I used to shrink to make others comfortable are the same things that make her shine.

She’s the mirror I didn’t know I needed.
The reminder that I don’t have to be small to be loved.
And that the best thing I can do for her
is love every version of me she came from.