Small hands doing great things

I'm still taken aback sometimes at this perfect little human that came out of my body. I watch in amazement as she discovers the world around her. It's funny how I always had this picture of the type of parent I would be. "I'll never let my child sleep in my bed", "You can't let them manipulate you", and many other ridiculous statements. It's only after I became a mother that I realized these ideas were nonsense. This little human is completely new and vulnerable to the world. She's not a person who manipulates and defies. She doesn't know the corruption that we all know as adults. She is the closest thing to purity I have ever known. She takes on the world with new eyes and depends on me for the strength and guidance to move forward. It can be pretty intimidating at times. The adult she will become so strongly depends on my influence. But even more important, is that I can see that she is individual as well. She deserves respect, just as any other person. That has kind of been my driving force to become the person that I have been slowly becoming. I see that she is not a piece of clay to be molded, but more like a flower to be watered and nourished until she comes to full bloom. She'll have petals individual to only her, and her scent will permeate throughout the world. I am so lucky to watch as she reaches for the sunlight, knowing that the sunlight is what she needs to help her grow. Her little hands hold the world inside them, and I am so grateful to call myself her mother.