Two year old possibilities

by thoughtsgather

I look into your eyes and see a mirror reflecting back. As you begin your journey I think of the possibilities for you. I mourn for my possibilities. You stand before me lost in play.

Fiona, I say. Fiona.

I’m compelled to say these words to you that I have said before.

Fiona, you always be who you are meant to be. You love who you want to love, and you do what you want to do. Okay?

Your two your old grin meets me. Your eyes twinkle.

Ok mama, you say.

I hope if I say these words enough that one day you will hear them. That one day I will hear them.