Dear Georgia - 20 years from now,
I wish for your wisdom and your heinsight...
Please send me some comfort; a sign that my babes are still thriving?! A safety line for me to cling to in times of doubt & plain fear...
Please give me a sign that these are the best years and it would do me well to savour these infant moments and not look to the future with such fierce earnest. Remind me that this stage is vital for all our growth and the hardest yards are yet to come... even though it feels really hard now.
Do you remember the balm of Reeve's crown? I wish I could bottle that sweetness and store it for a time when I may need filling up.
Do you remember the way India laughs with her whole body, an yet reserves a portion of sound in the base of her throat? I wish I could store that resonance in my ear for the times when the silence seems loud.
I hope you are happy and have learnt to forgive and to love yourself.
Sincerely,
Georgia - today
xxx
