and i have had it out some days. when our wills slam hard against each other. when i want her to practice piano and she wants to engineer some new project outside, run a pulley system from the trees, or paint something wild without a drop cloth next to the window in her room.
this girl is the joy of my life. full of surprises.
let her make a mess. let her go. let her dive inside and examine what’s sparkling there. let her test it out. let her experiment. let her create.
let her be who… she… is.
we talk so much in the world about accepting people for they who are. but 