I found a post from Writer’s Circle on Facebook – with a 30 day writing challenge. This is day 6: Someone who fascinates you and why.
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Oh crap! Another post from a mom blabbing on about her dear sweet daughter…
Hear me out.
This is a person who was formed in me. Came out of me. Is wholly a part of me, now and forevermore. She has gone from a crying, pooping, eating, sleeping (but thankfully adorbs!) baby to this whole person. A person with feelings, with emotions, with instincts, with intelligence. Seriously? I made that?
Doesn’t your husband get some credit?
Sure, but as I’m raising her now and have been for 2 years, I think I’ll take most of it thank you very much.
Anyway, back to the main issue: she fascinates me because week over week, month after month, I see changes in her. I see her growing both physically, emotionally and mentally. I can almost see it when she makes a new connection in her brain – it’s that raw.
It’s truly an honour to say that I have a role in her growth and development. And it’s the hardest fucking job because every time she gets hurt, my heart breaks in half. Like Voldemort’s spirit, I’m not sure how many times that can happen before irreparable damage occurs, but I hope it’s more than the seven ‘he who shall not be named’ endured because we’re already on her second biggest heartbreak. And she’s only 6.
The thing is, we are currently enmeshed in a very stressful situation with another family and whereas I want to pummel the crap out of the parent I’m dealing with, she is the voice of reason. She has, at six years old, surpassed me in understanding and forgiveness. I need to take a leaf from her book. And she’s only 6. And I’m 43.
So hell yes, my daughter is fascinating to me.