We had a lovely old weekend…enough to blow away the daily rhythms of a normal week and embrace the peace. Chilly enough to have a fire going for most of the day and to cosy in front of a movie or two!
In the midst of all this we went ice skating. An hour or more of a step back to the 90s for me but also stripped me bare and took me unawares. As I skated around with our littlest she got braver and bolder, eventually sending me away to hover at a distance lest she stumble.
Watching her grow in independence makes me swell at times but just there, in that moment, I crumbled. She soared and delighted; ‘I’m doing it mummy, I’m really doing it,’ sang out her little voice, while the traces of the vulnerable little bundle nestled into my breast melted yet again into the memory banks as she takes more steps further into girlhood.
I think back to something I read a while back…embracing the seasons of change.
Memory banks are important and good but we are to live in the moment, thankful for little bodies that grow, character that forms and a will that is strong.
I want for her to be strong and yet gentle, courageous yet compassionate, generous with what she has been blessed with…aware of how she can love big. Always pointing to the only thing that really matters. That will only ever matter.
Just as I want for her sisters.
Though she be but little she is fierce.