I am glad daughter has seen me fall. And rise. Fall again. And then struggle to rise.
She has seen me through the darkest times, worst of my tempers, tears and sad face that lasted for longer than we would have liked.
And she has seen me smile for no reason at all. Laugh at the silly “pick-up lines” she sources from internet. And hum a tune or two while cooking.
While she respects me as her mother, she also knows me as a woman. Someone who is susceptible to falling to temptation as well. Someone who makes mistakes, and then owns them, and apologizes when needed. She doesn’t idolise me. And I feel relieved for that.
My failures and my successes – these the lessons that I share with her. As much as I want her to make her own mistakes, I hope that my life would serve as a guide to her while choosing or rejecting certain paths in her own life.