on.becoming

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}