An Ode to My Eldest
/My girl, you and I are anchored deep
But the line keeps getting longer
And the tug of the anchor
Of familiarity
Takes longer to be pulled
So in every stage
I wade through my personal discomfort
The awkwardness of not quite clicking
Of not quite fitting in the ways we just did
Because your line is getting longer
And your mama is choosing to watch it go
To the girl who made me a mama and is making me humbler person every day - you are so loved and celebrated, especially as you turn three!