This was at the top of my soon to be 9-year-old daughter’s birthday list.
“A buetaful dress” to be more precise.
My rough and tumble tom boy.
My sweet and sometimes spastic child who can’t always find herself in space.
My awkward, lovely, frustrating, cherished girl.
She wants a beautiful dress.
It makes me misty-eyed because it reminds me that at the center of herself she just wants to be loved. She longs to be appreciated and celebrated.
It is hard to remember this when she won’t brush her long red curly hair.
It is hard to remember when I have to ask her six times to stay out of her brother’s personal space.
It is hard to remember when everything about her is and always has been loud and sharp and on the move.
But she is almost always in a skirt and tights, and she loves to make bracelets.
Why wouldn’t she want a beautiful dress?
Why is it so hard for me, as her mother, to see this tender heart longing to be seen?
Am I too busy?
Have I fallen into the rut of seeing only her challenges?
Whatever the cause, I am awake and aware of her today.
Because she wants a beautiful dress.
God, open my eyes to see the heart in each of my children that cries out to be loved, cherished, seen and understood. Give me awareness of my own tendency to walk through life so busy that I miss the quieter call to love these precious gifts.
Awareness, beauty, gratitude–
Ingredients for a ReFreshing Life
**I wrote this post over a year ago and set it aside. It jumped out at me today, tugging again at my heart.