If I ever have a daughter, after she crawls I will teach her to walk a tightrope between a goddess and a humble monk. She will learn that her light, like the sun glows and grows the world. In the darkest nights of her life I will be there to remind her that the moon is above her.Both have the ability to cast shadows upon us, or beautiful illumination.
I will shun colouring books. The world is her canvas to paint her dreams upon. When she lashes out at me, I will hug her harder. When she cries, I will let her taste how salty this world can be.After which I will bake her a chocolate chip cookie to remind and comfort her in knowing there is sweetness too.
When it comes to boys? Pssssh. I will laugh. “Hunny, I have a PhD in bad boys and fixer uppers.” I will know every excuse,every elaborate sneak out scheme. I know what she will say and every reaction. Being my daughter? Jesus,what a reaction that will be. However,like my instinct to breath, as certain that the moon will rise and set. I will love her and listen to her as if it’s the first time I’ve ever heard it. I promise to never say,”I told you so.” Don’t get it twisted though, I’m a mama bear and you’re my cub,so I will want to rip out his throat. I promise to try to show restraint….try
While she will be my daughter, she will be her. Whoever that is,and whoever she wants to be. I will teach her not to exist,but to live. To undeniably be herself,Truly and completely.regardless of how many times this world knocks her down,which it will. I will be her net if she needs catching,a push when she wants one and a raw dose of reality if she needs it.
If I ever have a daughter,I hope that she knows I’ve loved her before I will ever have her,before I’ve seen her,before I knew my own name and will for as long as the stars shine.