The Daughter

I sometimes look at my daughter and wonder how I did such a good job. She is smart, intelligent, reliable, and seems to be enjoying her life. We don't get along. We are so much alike that it is scary. We love each other with a passion, but also fight like two wild cats.

I took her to lunch yesterday. We talked about her future, life, and her current crisis, finding a new apartment in which to live with roomies. She slowly seems to be growing up and cutting me a bit of slack for when I "say the wrong thing".

I am in awe that I created such a beautiful daughter. I long for the day when we will have a loving relationship, which I know will come. It makes me miss my own mother, who is now gone, and the bonds between a mother and a daughter cannot be replaced.