On this day, I must ponder the experience of motherhood. I won't be able to say it is everything I ever dreamed it would be. Neither can I say it's the bane of my existence. Somewhere between the two. I have moments when I think I shall be the source of Zoe's demise; and times when I can see the wonder that is my own child. It's a fragile dance between my impression upon her;and her expression of self. I find affirmation of my positive influence on her from many good people. My self-doubt endures regardless. When has a good mother ever known she was? Doesn't a bad mother often know it? And so on until my earthly end....I'm trying.......
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