So I'm a wife, mom, professional, friend... I'm still just a girl!
Still a little girl at heart and mind. The me that I am is still the me that I was and will be. The boys can't see the precocious tom boy who loved adventure and danger. My husband still wants the girl in me with the snake head belt and cowboy boots. My parents see the little me. What do others see in me?
I still want to be the little girl climbing up on my parents' lap to snuggle and be held, the running wild me riding as fast as the wind, the me with the cowgirl attitude flirting with my husband, living on a wild goose chase and the more wise me. Can I be them all? Yes! That's Me. That's what I want and need. To be loved and accepted as ME- all of those pieces that make me who I am. My heart's cry is to live honest and free.
Still a little girl at heart and mind. The me that I am is still the me that I was and will be. The boys can't see the precocious tom boy who loved adventure and danger. My husband still wants the girl in me with the snake head belt and cowboy boots. My parents see the little me. What do others see in me?
I still want to be the little girl climbing up on my parents' lap to snuggle and be held, the running wild me riding as fast as the wind, the me with the cowgirl attitude flirting with my husband, living on a wild goose chase and the more wise me. Can I be them all? Yes! That's Me. That's what I want and need. To be loved and accepted as ME- all of those pieces that make me who I am. My heart's cry is to live honest and free.
And you? Do you remember who you are? What do you need? What do you want in your life right now? What is your Heart's Cry?
So true about being a girl. A story shared by a man who is now in his 80's, his mother told him that there was a point in her life that she felt like she reached a certain age on the inside and that never got any older. She was always young on the inside.
ReplyDeleteFrom this side of being a girl - I offered to chime in with girl wisdom as my son and friends were discussing "girls" and I was politely told that I was not a girl I was Mom. Oh well.
I love that story. That is how I feel too. I have not grown older. When I visit the nursing home and visit with some of these precious ladies- I see that little girl in their eyes!
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