Soft and quiet
Like the snow
The cold will melt
The wet will dry
And my breath
Will float away
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.