You, my girl, make me curious. I can't quite figure you out or "get" you. I so wish that I could, often.
But maybe that's what makes you you. You will not be easily found out, you will keep me guessing, you will teach me more about patience than I thought I could muster.
You, my girl, will force me to grow.
You already have.
I will become a better mother for having you and for giving you the space you need when all I want is the answers. My curiosity will build until you will force me to relent.
You win, my love.
I will be by your side, I will hold your hand, I will be your protector until it is time to let you fly.
I'm curious, darling, but I will set that aside for now. Do what you need, in your time, as you teach me and teach me and teach me. About love. About relinquishing control. About patience. About reality. About everything good that can be.
Everything you are is teaching me everything good. Everything you are is teaching me everything right. Keep at it, my girl.
You're making me better.