My Daughter Sees Me

My Daughter Sees Me

Sometimes I lie down in the middle of the day and take break from life. I get under the covers and do nothing until I absolutely have to
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I get up early, make coffee for my family, go to the gym, and work hard all day until I go to bed that night, exhausted
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I don’t make dinner for my family, and I don’t go to the grocery store even when we are out of milk
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I teach yoga to a timid class of beginners, and with compassion, I teach them to love themselves and not judge themselves
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I am sensitive, and I cry when I allow someone to hurt my feelings
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I give food and clothing I keep ready in my car to a needy person on a street corner, and they thank me and ask God to bless me and I ask God to bless them too
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I go for a run on a hot day, and I run up hills, through bleeding blisters and pain, and I don’t stop until I’ve reached the distance I’ve set out to
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I say I’m going to the gym to exercise for two hours, and I don’t go, and I stay home, watch tv and spread Nutella on anything I can find to eat it with
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I start to clean the kitchen and I don’t stop for hours until I’ve scrubbed every corner of the house, and I skip lunch and hurt my back, and later sit down and enjoy the clean home with pride and a glass of wine
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I react with impatience, judgement, and anger towards a loved one, and later I apologize
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I adopt unwanted dogs who are not perfect, and I love them, try to train them, and treat them as family
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I buy a new outfit that I really want but I don’t need, but I say it’s okay, because it’s on sale
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I volunteer with young children in underprivileged communities and return home feeling rewarded and grateful
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I have girlfriends over, we have cocktails, we talk a lot, and giggle, and support each other
And my daughter sees that

Sometime I text while I’m driving
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I make dinner for my husband and tell him how much I love and appreciate him
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I tell my husband to feed himself, and the kids, and the pets, because I am going out, and I have no idea when I’ll be home
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I walk through a dark parking garage feeling vulnerable, holding my key, staying alert and aware, because I know I could be victimized, and I want to be ready if I am
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I feel unattractive, depressed, and unworthy
And my daughter sees that

Sometimes I forgive myself, pick myself up, and move forward, because I know that life is a balance of suffering and joy, and all of it is temporary
And my daughter sees that. And she is loved. And she will be okay.

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