I’ve heard women say before that their child is their biggest accomplishment, and I’m always confused by this. I love my daughter more than anything else in the world, and I believe she is the best thing I’ve contributed to the world.

But she is not something I have achieved.

I mean she’s awesome and I have had a lot to do with raising her, but she’s her own human being, not an accomplishment. I mean, I grew her, which wasn’t easy, and I gave birth to her, which was also not easy, but lots and lots of other people have done those things.

Everything she is she’s figured out by herself, with a bit of guidance from me, her father, her grandparents, our wonderful caregiver from the time she was 1 until she was 3, various teachers in preschool and other classes like swimming and gymnastics. She’s a group effort. And the biggest effort comes from what she decides to do with herself, what she decides her interests are and are not.

I have other things I can focus on for my own chest thumping, she can consider everything she is her own.

Go for the gold, kiddo
Go for the gold, kiddo

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