This lady here is the woman who gave me life.
I was her first born. She was 22.
For most of my life, we couldn’t see eye to eye.
There were resentments and estrangements.
I swore I would never be like her.
And then I learnt about tolerance.
I realised she is just another human being trying to do her best.
I started to see how we mirror each other.
There was a softening. The spiked armour we were both donning began to come apart.
An unspoken understanding of our deep love and respect for each other beneath the triggers and the strife.
She’s a woman who roars. So am I.
This post was previously posted on Yogawithdaphne.com on October 11th 2020