I am starting down a path, that for the first time I can actually see years ahead and know deep in my bones, I will see the end of. There will be pain and growth, laughter and sorrow, loss and and discovery, I will be challenged, encouraged, supported, mocked, envied, healed and strengthened to become the woman I have longed to be. That voice inside who never let me quit, always pushing me towards a goal I wasn't even aware existed, this sense of incompleteness, scratching at the back of my soul and setting my teeth on edge; she knew what wasn't right, what didn't fit and never let me settle in mediocrity, forever questioning every little piece of the puzzle that wasn't quite me. I am beyond grateful for that voice inside who never let me give up on myself, who would not be silenced or deterred in the quest to connect me with my destiny. I am on that road, having found the other pieces that connect me to myself and I will not be stopped.
I look at her, straddling an invisible line, poised on the edge of adulthood and struggle with my feelings. Pride wars with fear, anger and sadness battle a sense of awe and wonder while they are all overshadowed by a deep rush of love that only a mother comprehends. She is incredible, from the tiny little ball of arms and legs that the midwife placed in my arms to a stunning creature of light and laughter, somehow in the blink of an eye while I held my breath. Strong and stubborn, with a heart vast as the sea this child of my womb has evolved into a woman and my heart swells with pride to see her standing tall. I have no call to this happiness that rises up, her accomplishments are her own and rightly hers to claim, my joy lies in their sheer existence at all. Despite my lack, my absence and my utter ignorance, she has risen up, as the plant among the weeds grabbing for the sunlight to blossom in its warmth. She is glorious to behold, her laughter resonating in my bones and calling to...

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