MIM

MIM.

 I’m not her mom, I’m not her aunt, and I’m really…nothing in her life except for someone who loves her. My self-imposed responsibilities include: protecting her ferociously, pushing her forward like a freight train towards achievement and carrying her like a fluffy, baby chick. Let’s be clear, she wouldn’t let me coddle her. Simply stated, she is special to me (and probably to most people she meets). I find myself begging the universe to be particularly gentle with her. Her innocence seems more profound to me.  She’ll stand-alone one day. And I’ll still attempt to hold her close even though she’s going to run away.