Scout, my spitfire, the girlfriend, sister, my girl. My crazy, into-everything, precocious, wonderful girl.
These months have been topsy-turvy and tumultuous. The days are short, I know. But the hours are long lately. So long sometimes, for your mama. One day you too will know this feeling. This feeling of the world moving forward and you moving backward. Of the flow of life rushing past and you simply trying to stay afloat. And sometimes you will feel like you are failing.
I’m sure there are wise words a less frazzled mother would impart.
But all I can say to you now is, “I know. I know” and “Just hold on, my love. I don’t know if it will get easier.”
“Pray.” Yes, that too. Always. And often.
And, “Because I have been here, you are not alone. I will be there for you. You won’t need to ask me for help my darling, because I *know* what these days are like. And I know you need to just get out and breathe the sweet air of solitude.”
I hope I will buy you groceries and bring you meals. And care for your sweet babies like they are my own. And be a shoulder for you and an ear.
This path is beautiful my love. So heart-wrenchingly beautiful. I would never choose another.
But it can be rocky. And difficult to travel. And your feet may tire.
But He will give you rest. And so will I.
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