My Child Comma

My Child,

I hope you're alright, because this week your mother had to go through a lot. She had to face some things and do some things that were not easy. Yet, she showed such courage and such fire in this situation, that I beamed in pride... adoration.

Right now, she's sleeping on the couch while I write this. Earlier tonight, we went out and celebrated with a meal and a gift. The gift was a set of earrings for your mom. The earrings were the shape of butterflies, with wings outstretched, as if ready for the wind. We thought these were appropriate, since this week your mom left behind a cocoon of doubt and guilt, with hopes of flight.

My child, one day you're going to have to be brave enough to climb out of a cocoon. One day, you'll need to grow long delicate wings and allow yourself to be lifted on the wind. It is not an easy thing to do - to leave a warm, safe cocoon for all the dangers of flight. But, it has to be done. Because wings are made for flight and flights are made for courage, and courage is something we can all look upon with pride... adoration.

Don't let anyone stop you - especially me.