Those little twinkling, watching, full of wonder eyes.
Seeing and taking in so much.
Seeing when we are raw and unedited.
Not needing words to understand what we say to ourselves when looking in mirrors without moving our lips.
Does she understand her worth? How beautiful she is and always will be?
I fail every single day in some way. I send messages to my children all day long through my actions and words and some times don’t even stop long enough to think about them. I am quick to judge others while dismissing my own thoughtless choices and words.
at the end of the day, when I have tucked their blankets snug in bed and we hold each other close, nose brushes nose, and the mistakes are forgiven.
We exchange a kiss and share a hope that tomorrow we will grow and make better choices.
Today, I am thankful for rest and new days and the hope found in each one.