There is a special kind of joy a daughter feels when told she resembles her mother.
A burning combination of blessing and accomplishment.
As though that voice in the back of her head, now her own, stares back at her with new meaning: less directive, with more mutual respect than before. Maintaining that womb-like connection while allowing for failure and growth.
Transition is natural, as is maturation and distance.
However, of a rare few, do daughters transition from children to halves. In a sense that these young women both by unconscious choice and blessing, develop the ability to share a brain with their mothers. A superpower that, unbeknownst to them, deems them the true winners of parental lottery.
And this is where I argue...
we are the luckiest of all.
Life is complicated, that's a given. I'm just here to talk through the rough patches, celebrate the successes of adulthood and figure out what the hell we're doing.