“To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived- that is to have succeeded.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
I never understood, when I was younger, why people would cry out of happiness. It always seemed so silly. If I was happy, I would smile or laugh. Wouldn’t crying really mean that it wasn’t happy, after all?
That was before I became a mom. Now I know the term full well. The strings attached to my heart lay on the surface of my skin and the slightest nudge will force tears to well up in my eyes and they won’t stop, try as I might.
She is my legacy. She is who I leave here to carry on as better version of who I am, who I was. She is the essence of innocence and of confidence and has a wildly magical and beautifully sewn imagination. If ever there was a day that I thought I had done some good for this world, she has and will always do infinitely more good than I could have ever dreamt of achieving for myself. It’s who she is.
I sometimes find myself cowering in the corner begging and praying to remain blissfully unaware of the evil that inhabits this earth. Don’t tell me, because I don’t want to know. But, somehow she has splinted my crooked bones and made me feel a little stronger and a little more brave and that makes me feel like I can take on whatever is out there…even just for a little while.
It’s amazing how a 36 lb. human full of emotion and curiosity can make
me feel like I might be doin alright in this life, isn’t it?