Whoever you will be
Despite or because of me
Is a mystery
Both exciting & terrifying
The possibilities
My control is minimal
To love you
Is the most precious gift
Tag: parenting
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You are my legacy
A light continuing to shine
Long after I’m gone
My love fuels the flame
May you burn so bright
The years must squint
At your everlasting beauty.
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Swimsuits drying on a porch baluster
Toys strewn about
Chair fabric stained
Feet landing in sticky places on the floor
Board and batten splattered with Nutella
Delicious wool rug pulled from little truck tires
Crumbs collecting in corners
As much as I long
For things to be tidy, beautiful, esthetic
I want more for them to be used up
Overworked
So that my home
Becomes like my favorite sweater
Crumpled, soft, a hug.
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A little girl sat between the stretched out legs of her mother, their bodies fitting together like a Matryoshka doll. The waves lolled back and forth, rinsing the sand and grit over their skin with each crash. The little girl didn’t dare stand, as she would easily be knocked over. The mother’s legs kept her daughter wedged securely in place even as each wave rocked them slightly.
“Why do the waves keep coming, Mommy?,” the little girl asked. The mother paused for a moment, considering the question. “They can’t help but to keep coming. No one could ever stop them if they tried,” she replied. The mother pondered on this for a long while, as they sat together.
She realized this concept of ever coming, unceasing waves was so akin to what she had learned about life. There was really no way to prevent the events of life from continuing on, good or bad, no matter how much she tried to control them. The only thing she could do was to know more deeply the Creator of the ocean.
Kacie B. Sharpe 