My beautiful girl battles some demons at such an early age. Some we don’t have a name for just yet but others like anxiety and OCD are very apparent. The difference between her world view and experiences become more and more marked as Noah grows. His lack of fear, pure joy at waking up each day and his imagination, exploration, curiosity. Stand out in marked contrast. It makes me feel for my girl so much more. To want to protect her. But I know what I need to do instead is give her the magic tools to be her own shield as well as the bravery to continue to step out each day as best she can.
She is a beautiful old soul, but has always been locked behind something. Fear maybe. Always trying to work out this world rather than just being open to it. Constantly questioning purpose and reason. In that sense she’s never felt free like I imagine Noah does, just from the turn of his being.
We are working out new ways to support and grow happiness. Showing that all the colours of the rainbow are truly there.
She’s incredible. I love her so. My beautiful baby girl