It is getting further between each post, as it happens life has stepped in. I’m going to dive right in as thought we’ve already been taking for a while…
My mini Monk…
she was my first heart beat, my first passion, my greatest fear, she is my everything.
My daughter is an old soul as “they” would say. she is empathetic, kind, and caring. She is brave,talented, and truthful. She carries the worry of the world on her shoulders, and the joy of a child in her heart.
Her memory astounds me; not only does she remember the details of the event but the way the moment made her feel. Her recollections will change her entire mood, We sat together this afternoon talking about a few things that were weighing heavy on her mind. Like how when you’re small a little toy can make you feel good for hours. How when you’re small you always know you’re loved because of all the attention you receive. How getting older is hard because your ideas are far greater than your boundaries allow. How your potential is shrouded by your current abilities and results are not always as one had hoped.How what you like one moment does not carry to the next, How difficult even the simplistic of decisions can make you feel. How you can love, like, and dislike so many things at the same time.
I listened in aw of my child.
I spoke a few words of encouragement and we hugged.
Then my girl; my first heart beat said, ” mom, guess I am just everything”
Indeed my love you are everything.