She’s going to be just fine.

I toss and turn about this one.

Who is she? What does she really need from me? How will I ever give it to her? What am I missing? How am I failing? Am I too hard? Am I too soft? Does she know she is loved? Do I hold her enough? Are the boundaries too tight? Is she safe? Is she too safe?

Who will she be? Where will she go? What does she need to get there? Am I an obstacle? Am I helping at all?  Am I ruining her?

Does she need more free time? More structured time? More open ended work? More hugs? More sunshine? More ballet?  More grace? Less gluten? I’m ruining her.

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I am so sure that I am the crux of my daughter’s life.
But, I am not.