She was our baby then, our first baby, so small and so very wise - waking only occasionally to gaze solemnly at the foolish, naive parents chosen for her. Just look at those grins.
We would have given up everything for her. We gave up our previous inferior selves to be her advocates, her champions, to seek out cures and therapies and to defy everything we were told about limitations and obstacles. And we won, the three of us. Every time we watch her now in amazement and surprise, listen to her speak, we know we won.
Don't ever forget, Bullies, that she's still our baby now - not as small, but just as wise and in many ways a vast improvement over the previous models (that would be us). We're still her advocates and if you think we're helicopter parents that's fine with us. It's easier, less jolting, to fight for her now. We're used to it. So don't bother looking at us that way. We've seen your face before, a hundred times or more, and we couldn't care less. We're so over you.
When you find one of her lingering weak places and you poke her there - how dare you poke her there - are you trying to interfere with her potential? We've seen what she can do with that potential - it's as big as the biggest thing you can imagine with your wee, stunted, wasted imaginations. As big as an iceberg, a mountain, an ocean, a canyon. Think bigger - the sky filled with stars on a dark, clear night at the farm on a hill that we bought for her and her brother. You don't know what you're messing with - jabbing so ineffectively at something that big. Who's foolish now?
You won't stop her. You can't. This situation that is our daughter is all about the go.
If she doesn't fight you herself, we will. And we'll win. And we'll keep winning.
2 responses:
I cry to think what might have prompted this post, but yes, you and she have defied overwhelming odds and come out winners, and will continue to do so!
Thank you, dear, dear Mama!
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