Dear Connor and Maddie,
I wrote this for you…and for me.
We will call it our manifesto.
You remind me and I’ll remind you.
Recently, my friend was over for lunch and our daughter Maddie was standing in the middle of the kitchen,
standing on one foot, chatting away.
Unleashing her magnetic charm she radiates so easily.
After she spoke her mind, she left the room and my friend looked at me and said
“She’s one of the most self assured children I have ever met.”
I paused and slowly replied “I know.”
The lump in my throat was my reality.
Truth is? She’s my inspiration. My wind of encouragement.
In 2008, when Erik and I became her parents we quickly realized that we would need to adapt to her power.
Parenting her was a journey down uncharted territory because this was more than a child.
She is a survivor and a leader.
As I began to listen to what she had to teach me about living life. REALLY living life~
the child inside me who had been silenced began to slowly climb out of her dark hole.
I knew that the only way my natural born leader was going to thrive was for me to unleash mine.
It was time to be heard.
It was time to be a creative.
It was time to listen to myself.
It was time to stop apologizing for who I am.
It was time to fly.
And that’s where I am now. Flying.
She’s listening to me soar.
I’m pretty sure she’s the one making the wind.
*Same Ride, Different Seat*
~Heart Pounding Gratitude~
With him it was two pink lines
With her it was a phone call
With him it was an ultrasound picture image followed by the sound of a heartbeat
With her it was waking up in the middle of the night to check our email for new pictures from far away new friends
With him it was 2 hours of intense pushing
With her it was the words “We lost the paperwork”
With him it was kissing his chubby cheeks for the first time
With her it was kissing her chubby cheeks for the first time
Biological or Adopted
They are ours.