Just tucked my 7 year old daughter to bed for the last time, she turns 8 going on 23 tomorrow! She is simultaneously my oldest and my youngest. She was in foster care on her 1st, 5th, 6th, and 7th birthdays (at least, there might be another one in there). She is a bunch of beautiful and painful things all rolled up into one amazing little soul. Words can’t quite express how much I love her. Her kindness and light despite all of the darkness in her life is honestly awe-inspiring on a daily basis. It sounds cheesy and cliche, but she truly teaches me how to be a better person on a daily basis.
When I tucked her in tonight, I asked her how it felt to be going to bed as a 7 year old for the last time. Without missing a beat, she replied, “seven was a big year.” Ha! Coincidentally…. it was a big year for us, too, but I was curious what she meant. She looked at me like I was crazy (I get this look approximately 742 times a day) and told me, “well…we went to Florida! (Insert significant pause) Oh, and I got a family.” Oh, and you got a family?! Does that not come before Florida? Just sayin’.
I am so crazy excited to give her her ( bright pink) guitar tomorrow! When all else fails, we connect over music. On really rough days, I can get my guitar out and she will come snuggle into me while I play. Some days, it’s all we can tolerate of each other, when both of our walls are up high and the past is too much. It’s enough. I’m excited to learn to make music together, much like we have learned to be mother and daughter over the last year. Seven was a big year.