mother daughter relationships

I've learned a lot from my three daughters over the past 28 years of being a mom to them. My husband and I are in the thick of our first wedding, with our eldest getting married October 14th, 2017, and let me tell you, there is a huge difference between planning your own wedding, and assisting your child in planning theirs.
Lucky isn't picking the right six numbers. It's seeing that the sad times let you better love the sweet ones. That sickness lets you better love health. Lucky is milking every word out of the good chapters. And when you're in a bad one, lucky is having enough strength to turn the page.
One day I will turn around and you won't be sitting in the car seat behind me; you will be the one driving. That day is still far away, but this new path you are on is another step in that direction. Part of me wants to keep you close forever. I know this can't happen, but I feel the urge all the same.
I see so much of myself in her; it's both heart-warming and heartbreaking. I don't want her to suffer socially like I did growing up, but I've realized I can't keep her in a bubble, either. Sometimes when I'm with her, my memory casts back to my own childhood, and I remember a fleeting instant in time when I was free to be myself without shame.
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I'm doing my best to teach her that it's alright to be honest with me about her feelings, even if it means that mine might get hurt. I hope that I'm doing it right, and that I don't forget that I was once in her shoes, and that my mother was once in mine.
Dear Daughter, I'm writing this not to let you know how much I love you, and I do. So much. Not to tell you how proud you've made me and how talented you are. You have. You are. I'm writing you to let you know that I understand. That I care.
My mom died a few days after Mother's Day last year. A week earlier, she gave me an unexpected gift. There are so many tragedies that happen every single day in hospitals, but my story has a happy ending. She gave me a second chance to find peace in my relationship with her.
My sister and I have been putting my mom's life into boxes. She died two months ago, so we are sorting through her things deciding what we keep, what goes to others who loved her, and what gets shipped off to strangers in need.