wonder : hope
I wonder what she'll be like when she gets older,
wonder how she'll wear her hair,
what music she'll prefer listening to,
if her love of gardening and insects and rocks and such will stick...
I wonder what sort of things will bring her comfort,
which places will become her favorites,
how she'll take her coffee or tea.
will she be a morning person or a night owl?
what kind of person will she fall in love with?
will I be a grandmother?
what will she collect?
I hope she grows up feeling loved beyond words,
accepted exactly as she is,
comfortable in her own skin...
I hope she will know she can always come to me and not worry
that I'll judge her or be angry if the words she speaks are ones I don't necessarily want to hear
(I hope I can stand by that, and not become angry or judgmental when the time comes).
I hope she finds more reasons to trust than not,
experiences ever so many more joys than sorrows,
explores the world around her with the same enthusiasm and fresh eyes that now take everything in with such innocent wonder, amazement, and appreciation.
I hope she finds joy in sinking her toes into the sand and soil and feeling the warm pulse
of life in this great green world,
feels the way we are all connected,
looks for beauty in the ordinary and mystery in the commonplace.
I hope she needn't search for peace
because it is already within.
*linking up with heather at the extraordinary ordinary for just write