I see you dancing before me, my sweet girl.
Those early days you felt unhindered.
I see me, seeing you.
Free, satisfied. What joy in my heart.
I birthed beauty.
A mystery. Beyond words.
It breaks me in half, tears me in two.
Often choices that never beckoned me, shriek out from the sidelines.
Referees in my mind offering up rules, regulations, penalties.
We learn together this parent-child relationship.
Awkward like steps to a dance, unknown. Stepping on toes, tears.
Frustrating moments and laughter, too.
The desire to stomp out.
Still stronger the longing to stay, and master each moment.
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