Perfection Personified

sitting here watching IdleWild and drinking pomegranate martinis. Chilling on my new sofa and pondering the meaning of life. Life - a funny concept. My life is a utter mess right now and it is my own fault. I mean other people have been contributing factors but the blame rests wholly and solely on me. Yet the one thing on this earth that I am proud of and have faith that I did right was my daughter. She is just one of the most awesome people I know, and since she is a part of me, a living, breathing, walking, talking piece of my soul then doesn't that mean that everything that is right and wonderful about her is inside of me? She is strong and brave and responsible and kind and funny and charming and smart. So doesn't that mean that deep down I also have all of those traits? That she is me in some ways?

They say we live through our kids and watching her I know it is true. While I may not be all those things in my own life....when she needs me...I am each of those things in turn or collectively depending on the situation. It is humbling. But she gives me the strength and desire to do better and more and greater. If for no other reason that she is such a reflection of myself that I want that reflection to be wonderful and grand and amazing. She has all the potential in the world. It is at her feet, awaiting her command. She is the person I could have become if I had had a mother like myself.

There has long been a debate of nature versus nurture. Well my daughter and I prove it. She has all the skills and abilities I do except she has someone totally in her corner, who lets her know it every day. Who she knows will keep her in line but also got to the mat for her if anyone stands in her way or messes with her. This gives her the confidence and foundation to go out and conquer the world. I never had that - the support and unconditional love. And I wonder what could have been. I make up for that everyday with my daughter.

She is simply, in my eyes at least.....perfection personified.