When you hold that tiny newborn in your arms and melt into the newborn bubble that ensues after you birth her, you don’t think ahead.
And if you do, it’s no further than wondering when your next full night sleep will occur, or hoping for a daytime nap.
You have a hazy idea of what life with this little person will look like, and wrapped up tight in all that haze are your hopes for them, and dreams for their future.
And then this tiny little bundle with her dark hair and snow white complexion and pouty pink lips becomes a tiny human complete with her very own opinions and tastes and quirks.
And all day today, on her fifth birthday, Mary Oliver rattles around in my head; ‘what are you going to do with your one wild and precious life’.
And I look at my wild and precious daughter, full of promise and spunk, a ferocious zeal for life and an untamed love for her friends – and I can’t picture her a year from now or five years from now, except in hazy hopes and dreams for her.
But I love that I am allowed to unwrap her daily, marvel at her beauty, laugh at her quirks and help direct her passions and learn from her wide-open, accepting and wild love for her people. And I get to be the one to ask her,
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life”
And then I can help her to live it.
Because that’s what I’m choosing to do with mine.
Happy birthday, Amie Bella.