Elena, This poem speaks so well to our mother to daughter roles. Mine is 35 now, which is impossible. She still rolls her eyes at me when I overstep and give her advice (why do I do it...lol) because she is 100% in charge of her own life and yet she still comes to me seeking comfort, advice, my ear. She comes to me sure I can kiss it and make it better.

I've never loved with this kind of love. So full of pride in all that she does and yet so fearful I could lose her. Sometimes I even fear making a mistake with her. I shouldn't worry though. Her love for me is as complete as my love for her.

I can only pinch myself when I'm awestruck by her amazingness!

This mother/daughter relationship is more profound than I ever imagined.