11/17/2025
✨ My mirror ✨
She is my mirror. Her eyes feel like a portal. When she looks at me I see who I was, who I am becoming, and the patterns I am gently rewriting. She reflects my softness, my spark, and the places I am still learning. She also shows me the armour I’ve worn through life, and every day I work to lift it piece by piece so she never has to carry the same weight.
Motherhood has opened this liminal space where past and future meet. I feel my mom there too. A woman who loved me fiercely in the only ways she knew. Her strength was survival. Her generation loved differently because they had to. I honour that. I honour her. And I also know I get to love my daughter with more softness because of everything she carried.
Every day I learn myself while I raise her. Healing old layers. Choosing presence. Creating a steadier foundation for her to grow.
She is my mirror. My portal. My tiny teacher. And together we walk this threshold between what was and what can be with grace and love. ❤️