Yes to all of this. ❤

a diary of a mom


{image is a photo of me and Brooke at my dad’s last week. She is in the middle of a Chipmunks script. We are laughing.}

I used to believe that my job was to speak for my child.

I did not yet know that it was really to listen.

To listen to her.

To listen those who experience life through a lens more similar to hers than mine.

To listen to those who know what it’s like to see what she sees, feel what she feels, know what she knows.

When I listen, I hear the same refrain again and again.

Don’t try to change me.

(It won’t really work)

Love me.

(Love me not for what I might one day be but for who I am right this very second, right here, right now.)

Love me not by trying to wedge me into your vision of what it means to…

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