Thursday, January 31, 2013

When Seven sounds like thunder

It never fails.  When things get hard, I wonder why I was given you.  You, with your black eyes, and intense heart.  You, with your endless legs and eternal fight.  You, a bear in lamb’s gloves.  Whomever thought I was brave enough, fast enough of a mother to follow your quick wings, and care for your wild heart, didn’t know how much I would struggle.  Quickly I have learned -------

There is no easy parenting.

I often wonder how I can mother all your strength and pounding beauty.  I wake up drenched; grappling for that endless ribbon from your eyes to my heart.  I strain to follow.  And trust.  Trust in the deep contradiction that you come from me, yet aren’t mine.  Trust that the world chose me to be your mother.  Trust that in the sometimes-messy-stew of parenting fierce and independent you, there are moments of deep peace.  Quiet.  Connection.  Even shine.  And trust that slowly, I am learning to be thankful for your thunder, your growl, your glow.  For you teach me things no one else in this world ever could. 

You, my daughter.  My wild daughter of seven.


  1. Love this! Beautifully written. Beautiful daughter :) Mine is only five but your words touch me deeply.

  2. She is lovely. I can tell she has a wild streak : ) What a great post detailing her day.
    Congratulations on your feature this morning on Little Bellows. I love your fog picture. Absolutely stunning.

  3. I'm not sure how I came across your blog but I am in love. You are a beautiful writer and your photos...they make me pause. Maybe because I have a wild daughter of seven of my own. So happy to have found your little corner on the web. xo