Am I a good one? Eh, on a good day, I'd say I'm averaging a 60% chance they won't ever work a pole or release a video shaking what their - well, what I - gave them. On a forGod'sakejustputonacleanshirtbrushthetoptwolayersofslimefromyourteethandlet'sgo day, I'd say that average drops a few points. But, hey, I'm trying.
The thing about daughters though, at least the thing I've worried about most lately is: are they paying any attention? When they see me keeping a house clean and safe, do they store that in their cluttered minds for the day when they finally (?) stop shoving Pandora's spare closet under their beds? When I stress how important school is, can they hear me over the monotonous drone of the pretty definitely future dropout teen mom besties? And when, at the end of a particularly trying day, we still snuggle for an extra minute and read that last book one more time; will they remember that I love them regardless of the attitudes and angst?
I guess there's no way to know but to wait.
Except, I got to see what is at the end of the road when a truly superb mother rests with her daughter.
A mother who also wondered if her baby girl was hearing her at all.
Guess what: if you do it right, they're listening.
They're watching you mop those floors, and they will stay up late to do it when you can't.
They're standing in your bathroom doorway rolling their eyes, but they will lotion your head while waiting for your hair to grow back.
Yes, you are driving them crazy, but they will keep your wig fabulous and make sure your meds are taken on time. They will drop everything to wear your shoes and hold your hand - if you're a good one.
If you're the kind of mother that inspires the kind of selfless devotion that brings a remarkable daughter to your side, there are certain undeniable truths to be found. Number one being this: you did it right.
They are definitely listening.
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