|She's more precious than treasure. . .|
And most people wouldn't suspect a thing.
She's beautiful and kind and funny and incredibly creative. . .she's not overly enamored with sports, but she's 'principle's list' smart. And I love her so.
I fear for her, too. More than I can express. . .more than I know how to deal with sometimes. And certainly more than most people, who only see her from the outside, might think is rational.
Because she is so 'normal,' no one suspects that she ever gets too close to danger, but she does. And sometimes, she gets hurt. Badly.
Thankfully, with a bit of tag-team vigilance, my husband and I have been able to divert potential catastrophes and mitigate possible serious damage over the years. And all other situations have been within the 'normal range' for childhood and adolescence bumps and bruises.
But she's growing up. Fast. And it's hard not worry to about what the future holds.
I guess that's a mother's lot, though, no matter what her child faces. . .to worry and wonder and try desperately to protect. Despite the fact that really, we're called to so much more than that. . .to trust and rejoice and train. . .and then release.
I'm going to have to work on that.
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