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Happy New Year, everyone! This year, I’m kicking off the blog on a positive note—no festive chaos, just pure gratitude and reflection. Let’s dive in.

When I was pregnant, some people thought it was funny to tease me with the idea that my daughter would be my “mini-me karma.” You know the drill: “Your daughter is going to be just like you—good luck!” It’s a trope that many women with daughters face, this idea that we’re doomed to relive our mischief or shortcomings through them.

Because of who I am, those folks were convinced my daughter would be my reckoning.

Well, guess what? The joke’s on them.

Maybe I’ve said this before (forgive me if I’m repeating myself—terrible memory here), but my girl is an absolute wonder. I adore her infant personality, her confident curiosity, and her sheer joy in exploring the world. And it’s not just love—I like her. I genuinely enjoy spending time with her. Watching my little quirks pop up in her makes me laugh, and no, she doesn’t feel like karma. Sorry to ruin the narrative.

What I see in her is not some cosmic punishment but an opportunity—a chance to give her the gentleness I didn’t always receive. She’s just a baby, and gentleness comes naturally, but there are moments when I feel the weight of ensuring she grows up in a space where her emotions are valid and her needs are met without judgment.

She’s just a girl.

And what a girl she is! She loves watching me put on makeup, and yesterday, between trying to eat my brushes, she mimicked my actions with such focus it made my heart swell. Today, as I flipped pancakes, she held the spatula in her tiny hands, proud to help in her little way.

She’s been doing this a lot lately—whether it’s holding a broom, grabbing a mop, or just wanting to be part of whatever I’m doing (whilst I’m holding her of course). She wants to be involved, and I absolutely love it.

So to everyone who thought raising a daughter would be my undoing: sorry to disappoint. My silly, sweet girl brings me nothing but joy. She’s not here to make me miserable—she’s here to grow, learn, and thrive, and I’m honored to witness and guide her along the way.

Being a girl mom is my greatest joy. Experiencing life with her by my side is everything I could have hoped for and more.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2025 at 8:16 AM

    tbh, i think having a mini you would be awesome. you’re nothing short of amazing, quirks and all. youre one of the kindest, sweetest, weirdest and wonderful people i know. they thought they were cursing you but giving you the best blessing. you’re doing great mama. ✨🫂

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 8, 2025 at 7:43 PM

    I find it absolutely weird that people actually say stuff like that, tbqh. I absolutely adore her, and I adore you. I see parts of you in her and I’m so ecstatic to watch her grow 🥹 I’m in love with her and whatever chaos she might bring in the future is not going to be any reflection of you as your reckoning, she’s an entire human being who deserves to have her own individual experiences.

    -N

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