I’m forty-three now, and my dreams are of out-lasting the twenty extra years people in my situation usually get. They involve watching Taylor’s kids march to Pomp and Circumstance, much like I got to see her do. Untapped potential, indeed. Taylor, If You Like My Ornaments You Should See My Box Shirt. She has a 3.8 gpa. She’s working toward two majors, two minors, and a certificate…all while working two jobs. She sees nothing as insurmountable, and keeps taking more on. She has more drive than I would, if there were ten of me. Untapped potential does not describe her forget tapping it, she’s pried the barrel open, and is pouring her potential out.
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I’ve never been a big fan of living vicariously through your children, but with every one of her accomplishments, my chest swells a little bit more. Every scholarship, every reward, every A+ lets ME feel like I’ve done something. She’s out there in the world, going after what she wants with a fire I never had, and it makes me so unbelievably proud. Not only has my daughter opened my eyes to a woman’s point of view, and helped me to overcome most of my misogynistic ways, she has taught me to allow myself to be vulnerable. If You Like My Ornaments You Should See My Box Shirt.