My harshest critic

My dearest daughter. Held so closely in my womb. Growing under my beating heart. My harshest critic. Always has me up to par. I stopped crying at her analytical outlook of my existence. Now I laugh with her. It’s always been her who puts me in check. Even before she was able to verbalize her opinions about me, unleashing them on me without batting an eye. She is reason number one that I have faced things I never wanted to face. Internally more so than externally. For the exterior is created by the interior. If I didn’t have the courage to stand up for things, she was there to remind me. If not for myself, then for her. Make my stance. Do the right thing by her and by me. I am aware I will never measure up to what she holds to an ideal. And that’s not what I desire for myself. But I am fully cognizant of the fact that she is the driving force behind my personal improvements. How lovely to have been gifted someone who makes you want to be at your best.