Yesterday was play day. We were at the school playground and Layla, Maya, Me and Sabrina were each on a swing - lined up side by side in that order. And we all soared high up to the sky with no fear of falling off. Just flying together. It was metaphoric. Mind you I can stretch anything into a metaphor.... but that is what is cool about me.
As a kid, I would soar up on the swings and I would daydream about my life ahead.
Yesterday I was swinging in the present moment of my life and like us four girls swinging, there was total momentum.
This week Sabrina has been flying on her bike, riding confidently and safely (for her that means a helmet on her head and moving right into trying to stand on the bike as she goes 80 km / hour). I watch her and I am really really proud with a lump in my throat.
Layla has been soaring. Playing on her play mat and with her friends. She and her friends at preschool are - well, this one makes me weepy. Because, she has friends and they love her. There is so much good in her life. Why am I always so surprised and humbled by her world...?
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