You are so small, only taking up enough space to fill the cradle of my arm, and so easily delighted by the world around you. Standing over your crib, I whisper sweet nothings to you that carry you away to beautiful places in your sleep. I tell you only how perfect you are and then I do whatever I can to delight you. Sometimes it seems as if I have lost complete control over the pitch of my voice as it fluctuates animatedly around the spectrum. I speak to you of hope and what the future might mean for you, but of course those things are merely ramblings that you will soon forget. Mostly I implore that you dream while you can and savor your infantile innocence.
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You are both wild and eager to please, but with the existence of appraisal you have discovered that there are also consequences. I tell you to stop that, put that down, be careful, say you’re sorry, and so on, molding and constructing you to know your moral compass, then I teach you which way is north. I speak to you with encouragement because you don’t yet know how to operate without it, and you are still so happy, so eager to take on the next day. I tell you to slow down, to relish in your childhood–to not be so ready to take on adulthood. Things will not always be this simple.
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Too soon you start to plan your life without me. I tell you that it’s time to make your own decisions and I hope that I have taught you how to make them well. You are anxious and overwhelmed. Suddenly you aren’t being treated as a follower, and that scares you, I know. I speak to you like the adult you are, and that scares you too. I can no longer cradle you in my arms and pull you aside to tell you right from wrong. My sweet nothings seem to embarrass you so I can’t exactly continue that either. The world consists of people who will tell you that you are not good enough, but I am here to remind you that that path, then, is not good enough for you. You will find where you belong and you will flourish. Whenever you should need it, I will remind you to make the most of each day, because the time is yours, and you should flourish in it.
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