Today is my daughter’s birthday. It’s hard to believe that 18 years ago I became a mother. It seems like I’ve been her mother forever. She is my first-born, my oldest, and she is what any parent would want for a first-born child. She’s not one of those first-borns that is a horrible example for the rest of the children and influences the rest to be jerks. Nope, she is a model daughter with a strong voice, a compassionate heart, a brilliant mind, and a huge gift. She’s a Classical Vocalist currently in study. Here’s a video of her when she was a Junior in high school, she’s now a Freshman in college.
She is a child who has taught me from the beginning, and now that she is officially old enough to vote, smoke, and gamble, I rely on her wisdom to guide me through life. Why? Because she is my mirror. Not my reflection, that title goes to my middle child. She is my mirror, the object that is used to show you yourself. When I go about life doing, I know that I can always come to her to check to see if my doing is in line with my Being. She knows who I am, and she gently shows me if I am not presenting who I am. Because she is my mirror, I can trust her to show me myself without judgement, ugliness, or degradation. How did I become so blessed to birth such a special gift to myself.
Do you have a mirror in your life? Here’s mine.