Because I remember hiding in the pantry as a child to eat my feelings, I tell my daughter every day how much I love her.
Because my father died when I was 29, I finally understood my mother’s loss of both of her parents at the age of 19.
Because my family broke when we buried my father, I came to appreciate those connections that remain for the precious gifts they truly are.
Because I hated the girl/teenager/woman looking back at me from the other side of the mirror until recently, I tell my daughter she is healthy and strong before I tell her she is beautiful.
Because I grew up knowing I was the reason my parent’s got married, I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 15.
Because every time I thought He’s The One I was wrong, I said “I do” to the right man.
Because I was ashamed of my kinky curls, I silence my first thoughts and simply respond with a “thank you, baby,” every time my daughter tells me my hair is pretty.
Because I was left standing on my front porch waiting for my friends to pick me up for senior homecoming, I learned the importance of holding my head high.
Because I once wanted to die, I am grateful to live.
Because I still have dreams to make a reality, I wake up with a reason to try harder.
Because of yesterday, I have today.
This post was originally published here on AspiringMama one year ago in response to a writing prompt. The date may have changed, but the message remains the same. I just needed to remind myself.