mirror, mirror
May 1, 2013 § 4 Comments
There was a line from yesterday’s post that followed me till day’s end and woke with me this morning, shadowing my thoughts and begging attention:
The ugliest pieces of our harm were merely reflections of emotions seeking compassion, inviting us to see one another’s needs.
Often unheralded the individual who most often holds the mirror gifting each of us clarity of sight is my daughter. Smallest in body and with an immeasurable gift of compassion, she shows us the most beautiful pieces of our spirit alongside the darkest corners of our faults.
Sometimes she stands silently, bearing witness to unrest and other times she sounds alarms with tears, challenges behavior with questions, or interrupts discord with absence. She loves unconditionally while holding us each to the promise of our best.
To my daughter, for this gift of sight, thank you.
scribblechic 
It’s an incredible gift, all right. Do you ever worry that life will eventually drive it out of her? And is it possible to prevent that? The world needs more people like your daughter — the ones who really pay attention.
It is, perhaps, one of my greatest fears. I find myself guarding against tiny injuries against her spirit, ever mindful that her questions and observations guide her to move against the current of conformity.
“…the current of conformity.” That’s exactly what gets most of us moving in the same direction, all thinking and saying what we’re told to think and say. I hope she stands her ground.
These moments of connectivity between strangers still humble me. Writing feels like an organic extension of self, but combining voices between thoughts with meaningful responses – this is always a pleasant surprise. Thank you.