sometimes I wake up early and get stuck staring at her. wondering what big things she’ll do, what tiny things she’ll love. wondering if her first scar will be on her feelings or a knee.
let them be little indeed. let them grow. let them chase. butterflies, crazy dreams, even a crush. there is something truly mesmerizing when you don’t look at, but into a little person. they are everything they still want to be. what a truly humbling opportunity it is to be able to water that kind of spirit growth.
we will all fail. they are lucky to witness mistakes. it isn’t about zero mistakes, it’s about humbling moments where they learn what real people do. soar for them. show them a real kind of bravery. let them see the human in you so they can be a human of integrity and grace. apology and faith.
filter the crazy, guard the gates of their world and even under attack, they will feel they aren’t ever alone. have a heart for something. believe in Jesus. ask for help with them to your one true parent. you are both children after all. prayer is absolute.
I am only five months into this madness but I can say this with certainty, they still have it all. what a stunning world it would be if they got to keep it. if they got to witness the art of getting back up again. the broken charm of navigating this crazy life. knowing they can find the still in chaos.
I was a child. this was my wish. protect the precious nooks of their hearts with care. do that and you are already nailing it. I promise. if your heart is full for theirs ••• you are doing everything you should. keep watering. the world needs more of that.