I’m not just raising a daughter

 I’m not just raising a daughter

I’m raising someone’s mom one day
Someone’s safe place
Someone’s soft hug after a hard day
Someone’s voice they’ll remember forever

So when I hold her close
When I show up for her
When I listen, even when it’s hard
I know I’m teaching her how to love

Not perfectly
But gently
Honestly
And fully

Because one day
She might hold little hands too
And I want her to remember what that kind of love felt like
Because she lived it first 

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