Having a daughter

 Having a daughter feels like holding up a mirror.

She pushes me, she challenges me, and she makes me see every part of myself I’d rather hide.
But she also makes me see the beauty in myself that I never gave enough credit to.

Having a son feels like living in constant motion.
He wears me out, tests my patience, and makes me question if I’m doing enough.
But he also shows me a softness in myself I didn’t know was there.

Both of them stretch me.
Both of them change me.
And both of them are making me into someone I never thought I could be.