One day, without me realizing it, she could see without my help. She could see above the crowd. She could see what lay ahead.
One day I put her down and never picked her back up. The day I set her down I didn’t know it would be the last. It was a routine we’d done a thousand times. And she still needs me to help guide her through life. She still needs to rest her head on my shoulder. She still wants me when she is hurt. She still reaches for me when she is scared.
She’ll never rest on the crook of my hip or fall asleep with her little legs dangling from my side. She’ll never need me to help her see above the crowd. She’ll never be small enough for my arms to bear the weight. She’ll never reach her arms to me so I will pick her up.
One day I put my daughter down and never picked her back up.
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This post originally appeared at Candicecurry.com, published with permission.
