Look at my face in this picture (I’m on the left.) That is the expression of someone feeling very blessed to know her own child.
Aside from looking alike- and everyone tells us we look alike, except that she’s taller, to which she sighs, we have a lot in common too: our tastes, sense of humor, sentimentality, etc. Maybe I taught her a lot of that, but we both know where the similarities end (yes, they do end.) For one thing, she is much more confident than I was at her age.
When she was born, my greatest desire was to make sure she knew her creator and knew that she was valuable and loved. I was only 21 and those were the things I needed then.
I didn’t want my little girl to pick up on my weak confidence and feel the same way by conditioning, so I forced myself to be more sociable. I took more chances, spoke up in a group, and volunteered my abilities. I (who could happily die a hermit in the woods) became less painfully shy, so that she would see a healthy woman with healthy relationships.
I didn’t want her to doubt God’s love for her, so I couldn’t doubt His love for me. I spoke of it and treated myself like someone worthy of love. In other words I “faked it ’til I make(d) it.” And I remember one day I was literally sweating over meeting some people because I felt so shy but was determined to be friendly and talk to other people when I really just wanted to evaporate and fade into the walls.