Saturday, May 31, 2008

A Moment...

My daughter, all gangling, coltish legs and arms, folding herself onto my lap to cry because "Everything feels different."

Is this adolescence? Or has she just realized that there is a poet in her soul?

5 comments:

Gianna said...

ahh...so sweet...

growing up brings strange feelings for us all I think...

i'm so glad she has you to curl up with...

precious.

Jazz said...

She is sweet.

I wish I could spare her the turmoil I know she will experience...she's a writer, too, and is starting to keep a journal, so maybe that will help her. I know it helped me.

Annie said...

This is a beautiful post and I was touched by it. I have a son that went through similar feelings. Thanks for sharing such tender times with your daughter. Annie

Bipolar Wellness Writer said...

It touched me too. Don't we all wish we could ease our children's pain and discomfort?

Susan

Jazz said...

We do...I remember when, not so long ago, all I needed to do was figure out if they were hungry or wet or tired...it's a lot more complicated now!