Mom Little Girl Guide

Because this is the short season. The golden one. The one where "mom" and "little girl" are still one heartbeat.

So I will soak up the messy ponytails, the crayon on the walls, the 4 a.m. bed invasions, and the endless chorus of "Mommy, watch this!" mom little girl

In the Eyes of My Little Girl: A Reflection on Motherhood Because this is the short season

Every day, I see pieces of my own childhood reflected back at me—but through a softer, brighter lens. When she twirls in her too-big princess dress, I see the clumsy joy I once had. When she furrows her brow in concentration while drawing a rainbow, I see my own stubborn determination. So I will soak up the messy ponytails,

One day, she won’t want to hold my hand in the school drop-off line. One day, she will roll her eyes when I sing along to the radio. One day, her secrets will be for her friends, not for me.

There is a magic that happens in the quiet space between a mother and her daughter. It is a bond woven not just from DNA, but from whispered secrets, shared laughter, and the soft, sticky kisses goodnight.

To the world, she is just a little girl. But to me, she is the person who made me a mother.