I haven’t written about my two girls in a very long time. It is not because there was nothing to say and it is also not because I wasn’t constantly thinking about them. It was because for a very long time I could not imagine writing about them without getting sad. Sad for a tonne of reasons.

The girls snugglin

The type of reasons which get caught in your throat when you have to tell a child something unimaginable. Or watch a child’s heart break and know your the cause. I was silent for a long time because I needed to watch how they dealt with new circumstances. I had to protect from afar what little I could and shelter them from adult issues and grown up pain.

I have watched both of them show remarkable strength and trust in the two people that they should be able to trust the most. Beyond every cry or unanswered question I beamed at the little women they are becoming. The vibrant imaginations they exude and the compassion and understanding of the most complex issue they will ever know…issues of the heart.

When they hug me now I smell their hair, feel their body warmth and hear their silent story. The story that they show me through open eyes. They let me know how hard moments are not by sobbing but by aging when an adult question crosses either of their lips.

My goal is to have you enjoy what is rightfully yours – your childhood.

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