My daughter hardly knows
what to do with my praise of her.
She thinks it nothing extraordinary
as natural to her as the next breath.

And because of her statement,
I’m the luckiest person
on the planet.
It speaks to her gratitude.
It speaks to maturity.
It speaks to not blaming someone else.
It speaks to taking responsibility.
And it speaks to me of victory.
If I never do anything else,
I will have succeeded.
I didn’t do everything wrong,
after all.