I tell her things, like how the moon reminds us there is always a light in the darkness; and how there are some places where the world and its neon lights do not dwarf the stars.
I tell her that kindness and love can look and feel like many different things, but mostly, it looks like people’s faces and always, it leaves you feeling better for trusting it–if it doesn’t, then it wasn’t the real thing, and now you know, baby girl–all the more reason to always be the real thing.
I tell her that for some perfect reason, God placed her here, with us. That whatever elements that come together and make a person whole and passionate and fulfilled are found here. Are found in the stuff that made her my daughter, and conversely, the stuff that made me her mama, too.