I’m going to be the mom that dresses her kids in thrifted vintage pieces, instead of letting them wear regular clothes. I am going to be the mom who makes the same dress for all my daughters in different colors. I am the mother who will let my daughter wear boy clothes for as long as she likes. I am going to be the mom who strips my feet bare, rolls up my pant legs and yells like a banshee as I chase my kids on the beach, or through the fields.
My parent’s never lacked in love, quirkiness and support. I can only hope I am as amazing as they are when my time comes.