She won't be little forever. I get that. But she still fits in my lap. She still uses a pacifier to sooth herself and she still fits in a size 2T. So she's still little...for now.
I still see her as an extension of me. Not yet giving her credit for being a fully developed little soul that is independent of her mama. So seeing her on a big stage? At a preschool Christmas concert?
Looking for direction and guidance from a loving teacher as I sit in the audience playing the minor role of spectator during one of her life experiences aches in such a lovely way. In fact, it splits my heart wide open for her.
'In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
Rumi
And then I am reminded that this little piece of magic still has a few precious moments left with her mama before her independence pulls her from my grasp.
Where dreams await...
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