to my daughter
September 2, 2014 § 4 Comments
Today I watched one minute fold into the next, counting down the time between waiting for and recognizing the sound of your hand on the doorknob. I was impatient as I spent the seconds clumsily busying myself with empty tasks to keep still.
Between the false distractions I wondered if you look for me the way I look for you in familiar fragments of our days. I praised my patience even as I chastised my weakness, abandoning my perch to bridge the space between us. With each step I wondered if my love is too much, if the space you fill is too large for your needs.
As I rounded the corner of our street, pledging silently to go no further, I spied your easy gait as you stretched your arm high into the air, waving dramatically. On a whim I elongated my arms into wings and marveled as you mirrored my lines. When finally you were close enough to see the twinkle in your smile you slipped into a run and I lowered my arms as you leapt, holding you tightly against the memory of so many similar exchanges.
Thank you, sweet girl, for quietly answering questions I was struggling to form; for filling the space that is yours alone.
Love, Mom
scribblechic 
just beautiful!
Thank you.
You have got to stop making me cry. I have felt this so many times.
Oh, Janice, I hope they were happy tears.