I am the mother I am, but not mothering my child, but myself. I would remind myself that perfection is false and humility is real. All of us are fragile, fallible and forgivable. And I am allowed to be coddled, to fail and I will always be loved and forgiven. I am not only the child of my hard parents, who were afraid of life, but I am also the child of the wild Divine, who calls out to us to live, to dance, to sing, and to love everyone, even myself.