Lesson #1: You do not have to play with FIRE to be noticed by those worth noticing you.
I thought about starting this blog with a little statement of fear….like how I am afraid for my children and the world they will grow up in….BUT…then something hit me.
I figure since the world will only be more technologically advanced when my babies are teenagers…you know when they will hate my existence…I thought I would give them this to read…from the 33 year old version of me. This one is definitely more for my daughter….
My dear daughter,
Come to me now and sit near;
there is a story I want you to hear.
There was a time, not so long ago,
when Momma was blooming, and didn’t know
exactly where she wanted to be—
a girl, a woman, or somewhere in between.
What, oh what, is an in-betweener to do
when her innocent heart
cares for not one, but two?
Perhaps all would be made clear
when one takes a trip
and one stays near?
Now young Momma was about to see
just how powerful words can be.
It’s a hard lesson to be taught:
in the web of Rumor it’s easy to be caught.
So quickly can the balance of a life
be thrown away carelessly on a game of Dice.
The world of adolescence can be so cold—
one weapon from the tongue can draw blood in the soul.
But Sis, I’m here to play, here to sing songs—
it is fighting our battles that makes us strong.
The words of the ignorant should not define
how we see ourselves, or who we are inside.
I carried you in my belly, I hold you each day;
I know for a fact I am stronger than they.
Daughter, you are beautiful, unbreakable, one-of-a-kind;
But what I like most about you
is that you are mine.
Learn from what I’ve said, and we’ll make it through;
but most of all, remember,
that I will always love you.
Poem Written By: Kelsea King, B.A.
Curious Impossibilities Logo by: Cynthia Elliott
Ashley Beige Photography Logo By: Christina Harper
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