I feel my daughter’s racing heartbeat slow down as she takes a big deep breath. In. Out.
I feel her silky-soft cheek bury itself into my neck.
Time stands still and all is quiet, except for the raindrops dancing against the windowpane.
Two words. Two simple words that can dissolve panic, extinguish fear and soak up tears.
Yet as simple as they sound, their meaning runs deep.
They do not dismiss feelings, because little bean’s feelings are hers and hers alone. They do not brush aside stinging tears, instead they catch them. They do not hide my daughter’s pain, instead they wrap themselves around her so that she has the strength to face her distress, and the support to heal. Two magically simple words.
Two words that do not look to blame or seek revenge. They do not hunt retaliation. Because cause can be addressed when hearts have stopped racing.
The calm after the storm. A soothing and melodic mantra to ease worries and alleviate fears.
Because being here is what counts. Being tuned in and emotionally available when life gets hard. Because as much as it pains me to admit this, life will inevitably get hard for my little girl; at some point and for one reason or another.
Little bean, I promise you this; mama’s here. Just as I have always been, I will be here with you forever. Long after my time has come and gone, I will be here; our love story will continue. I will be the light in your eye; the strength in your heart.
I will be here to share your laughter. I will be here to dance with you and jump for joy. I will be here when you are filled with rage and just want to scream. I will be here when your heart is breaking and your soul feels crushed. I will be here no matter what; connected and in tune.