If you were ever told…
Not to ask for so much.
That you were a bad girl.
Too sensitive.
Too big for your britches.
That you were a mistake.
If you had no one to talk to about your fears and your losses. If you were made to feel ashamed for feeling big things. If you were frightened by the people you were supposed to trust.
If it feels ok. Go back to that time and insert me there. And I will cradle you. I will stroke your hair. I will hold you as long as you need me to.
I will complement you on your courage and resourcefulness
I will tell you…
I am so grateful for your existence.
I’m so happy you were born.
I will thank you for being you.
I will learn from you and be humbled by your beauty.
You are so infinitely loved, sweet child.
