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thirteen.
a coming of age
and a ripeness
replete with growing pains.
more painful for me or her,
i'm just not sure.
depends on the day.
depends on who you ask, of course.
some days it feels so heavy,
like this hard task of becoming
threatens to rend us apart
in some irreparable way and other days,
I'm much more hopeful and faith-full
and loving and compassionate and aware
that this is exactly what she needs to do
to grow into a bigger dream for herself.
why can't i seem to have more of
those kinds of days these days?
xo,
{your often exasperated,
always determined &
ever-so- grateful mum}
Love this Holly. Catching up on my blog reading. I so enjoy your words and wisdom and the gift of your lens.
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