She knows who she is at an age where I struggled with what to wear to school. (I was often joked for my choices).
She wears what she wants to wear, and does so with pride, at an age when I struggled with my voice. (I was afraid to speak).
She says what she feels at an age when I struggled with standing up for myself. (I often just sat down).
She stands up for herself and her friends at an age when I struggled with math and had a tutor. (Math was a “four-letter word”).
She does her math homework like a champ at an age when I felt scared of my own shadow. (That took over 30 years to shed).
She stands up to her fears at an age when I struggled with wanting to be anyone but me. (That, too, took over 30 years to begin to shed).
My amazing daughter at 8 is herself, fearlessly. Her mother, at 40, is learning to just be. Oh the things she is teaching me!
Namaste.
Image: My amazing daughter at 4.
unfiltered from the heart 
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