Daughter wrote this. She wrote it up on good paper with pretty colors and decorated it with her swirly whirlies, while T and I were having a disagreement.
We don't fight anymore. Thank God.
She made him one too. A different one. A different message. Equally wise.
She is already referring to Pema Chödrön in conversation. The first time I heard her reference Pema was one of the widest moments in my parenting life so far. I am, we are, doing a good job.
We are very different people, my girl and I but in moments like these I feel that I am getting an chance to parent myself. I was wise this way when I was her age.
When I was her age this wisdom was still on the cusp of being perceived as cute and annoying. When I was younger is was perceived as very sweet, so cute and funny. As an adolescent it was perceived as weak and stupid. When I was a young adult it was referred to as "herbal". Whatever that means. I gave this wisdom away in my late 20's and lived without her for too many years.
Looking back I think it was perceived as dangerous. And it was. It is. Such wisdom endangers the status quo.
Today is Sunday. I don't want to recall my childhood too much today. Today, lets stay in the here and now.
Today I give myself a break and today I will go back to my cozy bed with Martha and Diana, herself.