My little girl is so tough. She is very kindhearted and loving, and her tender heart can be easily bruised, but she is so quick to wrap her arms around her vulnerability and stand guard. She's a protector. She knows just how precious her heart is and that a little piece of her soul is exposed when she's wounded, and she can be fierce about protecting that side of herself.
In those moments, there is no distracting her from her hurt, no amount of coddling, reasoning, or bargaining, will get her to release her stronghold on her heart. I have learned the only way speak to her heart is to honor it. Honor the pain, the sadness, the anger, the frustration - whatever it is - just honor it. No matter how irrational or insignificant the cause may be, the injury is so real and must first be acknowledged before she will trust you enough to show you her wounded heart.
And when she finally does offer her heart, I realize how right she was to protect her treasure. It is so tender and delicate in its innocence and pulses with purity, generosity, and love. Once I have earned passage to her heart she lets me scoop her up and she's ready to take in all the love I have to give. And for all her toughness and strength, it just takes a drop of love to set it right again. All the "no fairs" and "but, Moms" seem to melt away and she can rest in knowing that she has been seen and heard, valued and loved. What a girl.
In those moments, there is no distracting her from her hurt, no amount of coddling, reasoning, or bargaining, will get her to release her stronghold on her heart. I have learned the only way speak to her heart is to honor it. Honor the pain, the sadness, the anger, the frustration - whatever it is - just honor it. No matter how irrational or insignificant the cause may be, the injury is so real and must first be acknowledged before she will trust you enough to show you her wounded heart.
And when she finally does offer her heart, I realize how right she was to protect her treasure. It is so tender and delicate in its innocence and pulses with purity, generosity, and love. Once I have earned passage to her heart she lets me scoop her up and she's ready to take in all the love I have to give. And for all her toughness and strength, it just takes a drop of love to set it right again. All the "no fairs" and "but, Moms" seem to melt away and she can rest in knowing that she has been seen and heard, valued and loved. What a girl.
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