Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow

Today you are 13 and as you would say in a “normie-basic” measurement structure of time that doesn’t apply to the ones that somehow arrived the journey to earth with extra stardust in their eyes. You came to me first in a photo that I stared at for what seemed like an eternity. You were in a different country and born to a different brave and selfless woman – but you were mine long before this life and many others that took place before us. One of my greatest memories is watching you so gracefully embrace your birthmother for the first time while never taking your gaze off of me as if to say in your own way - there is enough love for us all.

            (Mia and her birthmother showing us all that love is as big and wide as the ocean)

The physical world was like a thin membrane she glided over, as a midge glides over the surface of a pond without breaking the water’s skin. Therefore, the world could touch her, move her, hurt her, but never change her.   D. Chopra

You still feel like the milky-way to me. When I watch you channel your love through your brilliant artistic creations for those special to you because words don’t come easy and on most occasions, are too hard for you to express. I watch you struggle to govern your emotional energy as you describe how your 'brain goes dark' but always recover with the eloquence of a well-trained ballerina and the curiosity of someone having lived many years more than you.

Your innate sense of self I use a backdrop in my own life more days than I can count. You speak to the unhealed parts of the 13-year-old in me that didn’t have the courage or the parents that knew enough about what an ultra sensitive middle-school girl needed. Standing in your audience has healed more aspects of myself than a decade in therapy. You teach me how ‘to be me’ regardless of the consequences.

I watch you walk alone on most days with an effortless style unique to you suffering no fools. At 13, this is your magic. You have no interest in social media, name brands or pop culture. All things I struggle with and comes with such ease to you. You have little concern for being invited or missing out – you would much prefer to learn Japanese or make French croissants from scratch. You are a quiet force and constantly remind me that you arrived with everything exactly in its place according to the world you live. It doesn’t work the other way around – you are my teacher and I can only watch and provide the structure for you to flourish. You are a gift to all that know you and on the days like today – when I should be working and you should be in school – we break the rules. Today we celebrate the day you were born and we will play because as you’ve taught me, stardust feels better when it’s sitting right next to you ---- xoxo

all my love,

my sweet daughter,

mom