She’s got sunshine in her hair and day dreams in her eyes. Loving caresses gently cradled in her girlish hands. She has an overdose of compassion in her unbroken heart and unrevealed adventures lying ahead. When you are in her shadow, you are inundated with opportunistic unbound feeling of excitement, softness, and the reality of being around someone renowned.
But she’s walking around without a care. All I can do is stop and stare. She is completely unaware of her potential, or her effects on the company she keeps. Yet she is so little that you can’t help but protect this egg. Shelter it from the world and all of the harsh cruelty’s that it can do to such an impressionable mind.
This is what a mother’s heart understands about raising a daughter.