My sweet Nataleigh turned 10 yesterday. My beautiful little green-eyed goddess is bright, and giggly, and bubbly. She’s so thoughtful and kind, and smart. She is the easiest child, like almost literally that ever has been born. She does anything you ask of her, makes good grades and works hard in school, rarely (if ever) gets in trouble in school. She’s a ferocious reader, and she’s so artistic. She’s just my Nataleigh. She’s the piece of my soul and heart that are warm, calm, and soothing. She leaves little notes for me to find all the time, and regardless of what’s happened in her day, she will do whatever it takes to cheer someone up or make them few loved.
Yesterday should have been a happy day, where she was greeted by her friends wishing her a happy birthday. Instead, she got tears, fear, and humiliation because children can be cruel. I found my sweet girl crying her beautiful green eyes out. I found my child broken, and hurt. I struggled to find words to help her. I wanted to just hug her and fix it. But, I know that in this life, she will face cruelty. She will face heartbreak, and fear, disappointment, anger... all the feels. And my job, as much as I want to fix it, isn’t to take the sting away. My job as her parent, as her mother, is to help her learn how to handle this. My job is to show her how to move past this, and find her voice again. My job is to teach her that she is fierce. My job is to raise her to believe she breathes fire, and when the time is right, she will set the whole damn world ablaze.
My fixing, would have been her undoing. If I spend the next 10 years fixing the crap for her, she will never figure out how to fix it for herself. My daughter needs to know that even though these kids of kings happen, the sun will rise again tomorrow, she will survive the night, and most importantly... that I am here, by her side, and I will be here to keep her from falling. I have to teach her that it’s ok for her to accept the crap that this world is feeding her. In a world full of Brittney the sheeps... I want her to know that it’s ok to be Nataleigh, the bad ass. So, how do I keep my child from falling to the sheep?
I tell her. I replace all of the crap that the world feeds her, and all of the things they find wrong. I replace the horrible notes and comments with truth. I speak so loudly of her character and remind her of all of the amazing things that she is... loudly that the voices trying to break her are silenced. I grow her to fit the crown that is waiting on her. My job is to help her see all the amazing and wonderful things she is and will do. For every one bad, negative, harsh, ugly thing... I will remind her of all the wonderful things she is. I’m am to be the love, and light, and warmth that she grows in, while the studs that the world throws at her, makes her stronger.
So, my little wild flower, with the dreamy green eyes, beautiful soul, and big heart... I will be the light, and the love, and the warmth that you grow in. I will be the safe harbor from the storm, I will help you take roots and flourish. I promise to always be here, I promise not to cover you so much that it makes you weak. And I promise that when the world breaks you, I will support you while you mend, and I will give you and teach you what you need to heal every stronger. I promise to build you up, and to remind you of the little rockstar you are.
And some day, when these words find you, Nataleigh, I hope you know that I am your biggest fan. When I see your sweet little face smiling back at me, parts of my heart that ached ease. You are so beautiful. Your smile is the light of my life. My heart is brighter because of your presence, you remind me all the time to be kind. You, beautiful girl, will do something amazing. You will change the world. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed you’d be, and more than I ever deserved. You are so, very, and incredibly loved little wild flower. I need you to know that, always. If you question everything else in the world I need to you know that I love you. I need you, you make my heart complete. You are me. And I’m so, incredibly blessed to be your mom. Grow strong little wild flower. -Mommy
In the ride through life, there’s not ever a more beautiful sight than to find a rare field of wild flowers. They grow wild and free. If you need me, that’s where I’ll be, watching the wild flowers grow.
Maybe one day, you’ll be lucky enough to find some too.
Xoxo,
A
My fixing, would have been her undoing. If I spend the next 10 years fixing the crap for her, she will never figure out how to fix it for herself. My daughter needs to know that even though these kids of kings happen, the sun will rise again tomorrow, she will survive the night, and most importantly... that I am here, by her side, and I will be here to keep her from falling. I have to teach her that it’s ok for her to accept the crap that this world is feeding her. In a world full of Brittney the sheeps... I want her to know that it’s ok to be Nataleigh, the bad ass. So, how do I keep my child from falling to the sheep?
I tell her. I replace all of the crap that the world feeds her, and all of the things they find wrong. I replace the horrible notes and comments with truth. I speak so loudly of her character and remind her of all of the amazing things that she is... loudly that the voices trying to break her are silenced. I grow her to fit the crown that is waiting on her. My job is to help her see all the amazing and wonderful things she is and will do. For every one bad, negative, harsh, ugly thing... I will remind her of all the wonderful things she is. I’m am to be the love, and light, and warmth that she grows in, while the studs that the world throws at her, makes her stronger.
So, my little wild flower, with the dreamy green eyes, beautiful soul, and big heart... I will be the light, and the love, and the warmth that you grow in. I will be the safe harbor from the storm, I will help you take roots and flourish. I promise to always be here, I promise not to cover you so much that it makes you weak. And I promise that when the world breaks you, I will support you while you mend, and I will give you and teach you what you need to heal every stronger. I promise to build you up, and to remind you of the little rockstar you are.
And some day, when these words find you, Nataleigh, I hope you know that I am your biggest fan. When I see your sweet little face smiling back at me, parts of my heart that ached ease. You are so beautiful. Your smile is the light of my life. My heart is brighter because of your presence, you remind me all the time to be kind. You, beautiful girl, will do something amazing. You will change the world. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed you’d be, and more than I ever deserved. You are so, very, and incredibly loved little wild flower. I need you to know that, always. If you question everything else in the world I need to you know that I love you. I need you, you make my heart complete. You are me. And I’m so, incredibly blessed to be your mom. Grow strong little wild flower. -Mommy
In the ride through life, there’s not ever a more beautiful sight than to find a rare field of wild flowers. They grow wild and free. If you need me, that’s where I’ll be, watching the wild flowers grow.
Maybe one day, you’ll be lucky enough to find some too.
Xoxo,
A
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