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.