When I Watch Her Play4:21 PM
I want to protect her. From bullies. From boys. From chauvinism. From feminism. From racism. From a broken heart. From a broken world.
I want her to be happy. And free. And unembarrassed. And unashamed. And silly. And innocent. And young.
I want her to see me. See how much I love her. How I'd give my life for hers. How I've sacrificed for her. For her health, for her happiness, for her education. How her smile lights up my world.
I want her to know Jesus. That He loves her even more. That he formed her. That he weaved her together in my womb. That she is special in His eyes. That He died for her.
I want her to be strong. To get back up when she falls. To stand up for herself. To be brave. To be vulnerable. To win. To love.
I want her to learn. From books. From life. From peers. From mistakes. From my mistakes. from heartbreak. From me. From her teachers. From her family.
I want her trust. To trust herself, her gut, her instincts. To trust me and her daddy. To trust God, come what may.
I want so much. So much that might not come. Or might come slowly. That might hurt. That might scar. That might give her life and love and happiness.
"Our hearts walking outside of our bodies." That's what some book said about motherhood. As I smirked. Not understanding. Not quite grasping the magnitude of motherhood. It hurts doesn't it? It hurts so beautifully.
I love you Genevieve.