My daughter laughed and said I am a big girl now as she hugged me goodbye at the college dorm. I cried. Darn it. I didn’t’ want to be the little girl in that moment. All my life I was the big girl and now for the first time I am little.
Weepy for the noisy house, the questions, the yelling, the driving back and forth, the shopping, the thermometer, and cheers.
Who else feels little? Who else wants someone to hold their hand and say I was little too.
We moms are being acknowledged in the Olympics, and now the Campaigns. Feels fantastic to be appreciated deeply.
But who holds out hands when we shrink?
I am hopeful, time heals. I am able to hold me. Still I want the people around who I care for so I feel more lifted.
I guess my new road to education is to be me, be me.
Thanks for listening,
Little one today
Natalie Caine, M.A. natalie@lifeintransition.org
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