I have a daughter.
She's amazing, beautiful, smart, talented, and all the things I could have ever wanted in a daughter.
However... during the teens and early 20's we fought like cat & dog.
We argued as she'd wear my clothes, I'd get upset, as they kept disappearing etc.. it was crazy..
Yet, somehow, it passed.
We grew up perhaps. ( to be fair, and looking back, we were both kinda young)
I didn't get it
.. a little inexperienced maybe
The love I have for my daughter is immeasurable
I remember the saying.. 'This too shall pass'
I think about me and my mum
.. and maybe it will, maybe it won't
I can honestly say.. I don't know
It's deeper than who's wearing whose clothes
The saying offers some comfort though...hope in the absence of my own
I'll take that for now