day 1...

i watched with desperation
as she fell back inside herself
becoming as tiny as she could
a heart shattered 
a soul stamped on
sounds of children all around laughing
surrounding her
as she fell 
deeper and deeper

as a mother you want to protect your children from everything, everyone.  you want to take on their pain, their worries, their insecurities, their anxieties so that perhaps you free them so they can just be a kid.  i so wanted to see my girl laugh with her friends this morning as i dropped her off at school.  i wanted them to surround her and hug her and tell her that no matter what they've got her back.  i wanted to see excitement in her big brown eyes and with it the belief that this would be her year to shine.  alas, none of that happened.  i don't know how i allowed this fantasy to even enter my mind.  i know how cruel children can be without them even realizing it.  i felt her pain deeper than i've ever felt any pain.  my heart shredded.  my stomach in knots.   it's taking all i have not to drive back to the school, scoop her up in my arms, hug her and tell her this is all just a bad dream....


two days past eleven...

a two day late 
public announcement:
(hands cupped around my mouth as i shout at the top of my lungs
this gorgeous girl 
who proudly sits above
is now 11years + 2 days old/young!
we had a busy day
out to lunch,
took the girls to get feathers put in their hair
what a racket that is
took 5 minutes and cost over $100
say what????
i'll do it myself next time ;)
dinner of choice
as quoted by her in a text to her auntie liss:
"when i turned 11, i realized that i have the strength that i didn't have before, and that is to be 11"
amen sista!!!!