And when the sky drops all those feathers
And when the birds sing in the morning
I'll be a mama
I'll have a daughter
I played this on repeat one evening while Eleanor and I had a quiet night at home, the boys were out goofing about. Having a daughter is a whole other ballgame of parenting/life/responsibility. I didn't realize how different it would feel. It feels momentous, wonderful, and terrifying.
I've had a complicated relationship with my body throughout the years. Who hasn't? But adoring those short legs and long torso on my squishy bean, all the while recalling all the angst I held against my own? Whole other level.
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