When I have a daughter, I hope I will be able to teach her to exceed in the things in life I have failed at. You get your good traits from your parents, but most times, you also get the bad. The apple can fall far from the tree if you pull it and I will pull her, push her to do better, to learn from my mistakes and follow in my footsteps only when suitable.

I will teach her that every dream is just that unless she is willing to work for it, to give up anything and everything and fight with everything she didn't even know she had. And then when it feels like everything she has worked for and all she's put in is a waste, she must push harder and success will come after years of that, and I will be there the whole time.

I will tell her that the world is scary and big and the people inside won't always try to help her but she doesn't need their help anyways. I will teach my daughter the world doesn't move too fast, you can keep up just hold on. If you blink the only thing you'll miss is the light going from green to red but your eyes are open now so you have to go. I will tell my daughter that he didn't change anything, that her first love will not be her last, even if it feels like she will never look at the world the same without him. The little boy with big eyes and the hands she thought would move mountains for her must only work for him now; people change on you.

I will tell her letting people walk all over her is not something I will let her learn from her mother. I will tell her if that mountain needs to be moved there are gloves in the garage because her mom has moved a few mountains in her day as well. I will tell her I move them every day still. My hands no longer need the gloves to do so.

I will tell her that it is okay to love with all her heart. That she can pour an eternity worth of love into one moment and it still might fall apart. Then I will tell her that I accidentally gave her a heart too big, I know, I have one myself.

And unfortunately it gives more often than it can receive, and when it breaks my God does it shatter until every piece, every memory, every word whispered it held so dearly is lost, its a tragedy. I will tell her that in that moment when she knows it is about to fall apart, her last words to her full pieces, I will tell her to remember her mom's heart is still together right now. I will tell her that every drunk girl crying in the bathroom is crying over the same thing but eventually they'll head back to the dance floor.