little one

If I could go back and talk to that little girl...

 I’d tell her to cherish herself

To never think of herself as anything less than wonderful

to never stop working hard to be the best person she can be

but to accept the things she cannot change

I would cup her little face in my hands

And for every freckle I would tell her something special about her

I’d tell her, her rosy cheeks were endearing

And her sandy short hair made her original

I’d let her talk for hours

I’d listen to her thoughts, her ideas, and her dreams

She’d tell me her fears

I’d tell her to never let them hold her back

I would scoop her up into my lap

And wrap my big girl arms around her tiny shoulders

I’d let her just lay there

and get lost in a dream