I hope she knows how hard I try to be a good mom.

I hope she knows that my anger and frustration never diminish my love for her.

I hope she knows I don’t want her to strive for perfection; I want her to strive to do her best.

I hope she knows how much joy she brings me each and every day.

I hope she knows that her laugh lights up my life.

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I hope she knows that I will support her no matter her choices, and no matter where life takes her.

I hope she knows that she is always worthy, just as she is.

I hope she knows that labels, grades, numbers on a scale, and other people’s opinions do not define her.

I hope she knows that the most important relationship she’ll ever have is with herself.

I hope she knows to do what is right and not what is easy.

I hope she knows that it is a privilege to watch her grow, even though it also breaks my heart.

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I hope she knows that she is capable, and that the sky is the limit for her.

I hope she knows that every pain, tear, and heartbreak she experiences I feel a thousandfold.

I hope she knows that she is loved beyond measure and beyond words.

I hope she knows that I will never get it all right, but I will always keep trying.

I hope she knows.

Even though I tell her . . .

I hope she knows.

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Randi Latzman

I’m Randi, a native New Yorker, stay-at-home-mom, homeschool teacher and creator of my blog, Surviving Mom Blog. You can follow me on Facebook and Instagram. I currently live in Atlanta with my husband, rambunctious 8-year-old daughter, 2 cats, and a very hyper dog. Writing has been my constant and helped me become the person, wife, and mother I am today. I hope my words bring you support, occasional humor, validation, and comfort. 

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