When I look at myself I often see my frustrations, the mistakes I’ve made, blemished skin, my bitten nails. My daughters don’t see any of those things. They just see a hand to hold. I hope they always see me that way.
We all see imperfections in ourselves. But our children can look past all those things. Right now all my baby needs is my love (and my boobs lol). She could care less about all those little things that bug me about myself, even the big things. She loves me because I’m her mom and that’s enough.