Any Given Morning

As I took a sip from the mug on the bathroom counter with a little girl's eyes glued to me I had a flashback of my mom. I remember watching her get ready for work. She always had music on, a cup of coffee, and a smile on her face. She must have been tired, stressed, and rushed, but she wore a smile. Minus the coffee (I was drinking tea), this morning's scene could have been from so many years ago with me being the daughter instead of the mother. We had music, chatter, and lots of smiles. The adoration in my daughter's eyes melted my heart, and the warmth I could feel convinced me somewhere my mom is watching down on me and proud of the mom she taught me to be.