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“On the darkest days, when I feel inadequate, unloved and unworthy, I remember whose daughter I am and I straighten my crown.” –Unknown

Today I had some adulting to do that I didn’t look forward to. I was feeling anxious and irritable and unsure of myself. And then I remembered what my mother thought of me. She thought I was brilliant, talented, and beautiful, better than anybody in any room (Jewish mother—what can I say). And just for today, I decided to believe her. I put on her ring (she didn’t actually have a crown), and I put on her confidence in me, and I acted like the woman my mother believed me to be. And she was more with me in that moment than she could have been had she been alive today. My mother may be gone, but I am no less my mother’s daughter. I never before realized how much I would come to appreciate that.