I’ve got Six short months.
Just yesterday we had that long distance comfort between
birth and college. Now it’s a mere Six
months away. Six months of action,
memories, sweet words, learning, wisdom.
She came into this world like a calm 20 year old…like she’s always meant
to be here, bound to make great change, wiser than this world. She’ll manage all matter of big and tiny
details just perfectly on her own…the best kind of learning often is hands
on. My main focus has always been to
make sure she’s comfortable in her own skin.
That she knows who and whose she is.
That she carries a confidence that is unshaken by this untethered world,
a lesson that never ends.
I’ve been failing on my job recently…a bit distracted,
wastefully busy. All good intentions, but
the priority is misaligned. She should have
always been closer to the top…but she quietly takes care so well, I took her
for granted. Not wanting to workout with
her because I’m a morning gal…selfish.
Headphones in and YouTube stares…isolated. Reclining after dinner…unhealthy. For a mere six months, she still needs me. Headphones
are being tucked away, screens are being limited, feet and minds are
moving. Six months of filling her confidence bucket to
overflowing. Six months of endless love
and listening. I’ve got Six months.
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