~ Brittney Brady
My firstborn earth light, my Daughter, graduates high school in a couple of weeks and come August, she will be off to college.
Truth be told, I had not envisioned being a mother.
The wanderlust world of dance, novel writing, and the lure of other lands tugged at my fiery energy much more than settling down to grow a family.
Fast forward to my daughter's wide-eyed emergence; a single cough announcing her arrival.
I should have known she would be curious, vocal, and strong-willed.
I could not have known the overflow of love that tiny precious bundle of potential would invoke; that past the pain of labor would burst forth endless opportunity to experience ever increasing joy and wisdom of purpose.
Nor could I have known she would become a mirror of transformation every time I looked into her eyes. That through her I would learn to give beyond conditions, confront my fears, and dream bigger as I sang possibility to her in each lullaby.
"You are the fairy tale told by your ancestors." ~Toba Beta
As I prepare her for the big day, I reflect upon my own high school graduation.
Having been supplanted in a new town among strangers; the only constant was my family to cheer me on.
That was several years ago.
Most of those who nurtured my spiritual nest so profoundly have since crossed over into the ancestral plane. I take comfort in knowing they are still present, still cheering as another daughter meets her first major academic accomplishment; one few of them attained themselves.
As her graduation day approaches, I encourage her to remember the faces of her friends first, her family foremost.
Like all mothers and daughters, she and I have had our challenges, but I hope I have tended her wings well enough to send her soaring. I pray I have given her more hope than fear, more wisdom than doubt, more encouragement than despair.
So my Dear Daughter, carry on as your brilliant, beautiful, fearless, compassionate self. It is all yours to design and you are well equipped and well able to create and live out your vision.
Don't look back, look up.
And never be afraid to fly.
"But I am never really without you,
You're on my computer,
in my briefcase,
at my desk,
around my neck
and on my mind."
~ Pamela Hall
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