The breeze lifts white-blonde locks and exposes the vulnerable nape of two small necks.
You’re leaning into me – siblings of 6 and 2 years.
Any bickering is muted in this moment of stillness.
When you came into the world, I was so consumed by fear it blurred my vision and distorted my view.
I still remember holding you – feeling the heavy weight of responsibility, too much for me to bear.
With wide blue eyes and open hearts you each look to me to show you the way.
You immerse yourselves in this world, boldly, beautifully and with more character than I can fathom.
The childlike, natural acceptance of ‘what is’ exposed my resistance – too embroiled in a futile inner conflict.
Your love came with no limitations or conditions.
So strong, it pushed through all doubts, spilling through each pore,
This love, wholehearted, with no beginning or end.
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