The snow
Dropped quietly
Covering
Everything
Beautiful
Majestic
But…
Someday
She whispered
Soft and quiet
Like the snow
Someday
The cold will melt
The wet will dry
And my breath
Will float away
Without freezing
Again…
Someday
It’s so hard being a mom. Or at least a mom who cares. My girl is nearly 15 and I’m always worried. Worried she will be hurt, lost, sad, or that I won’t be there when whatever hard thing comes to challenge her.
I know… resilience is important. Some believe it’s a gift. Small hits making us tougher and stronger. How many calluses will it take to protect her from heartbreak? From brokenness?
Knowing experiences make us who we are and that I’m raising a strong girl by not protecting her from the bumps and bruises doesn’t make breathing any easier.
Raising children is no job for the timid.
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HASTY – Mothering
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