A mother has discovered her missing child.

According to a magnificent quote by a poet by the name of Signe Hammer, mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers and have remained so, in rings tied to circles, since the beginning of time. In other words, we are a link in a chain that extends back to the very beginning of humanity. Moms have forged these circles into a tungsten chain for countless generations, passing on their understanding of life, love, and what it is to be a woman (the strongest metal on earth, and yes, I had to look it up).
But don’t get me wrong. We have a close bond with our sons. Simply put, it’s different. To love our children equally, we don’t have to feel the same way about them. Our sons express what it’s like to fall in love for the first time by encircling us in their little fingers. Our daughters, on the other hand, are like windows into our history, just as much as we are windows into their future. We can relate to them on a level that we cannot with our boys because we have experienced all they are going through. Moms may relate to going through puberty first (or last) in our class, experiencing heartbreak for the first time, hearing the phrase “girls can’t do that,” and becoming fixated on finding the perfect prom dress.

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