There are days when she calls my name that I do not appear. On those days she wishes me there.
When she is petrified she tells me because she knows I will protect her.
I lift her when her feet are tired and even when she feigns a fatigue she thinks I do not know is fake, because she just does not want to walk anymore. Because she, like so many of us, wants to be carried.
When I do not trust myself, it’s OK, she puts her trust in me.
Her innocence has inspired me to rid myself of deep-seated guilt. I have forgiven myself for what I have done to myself.
She loves me in spite of my shame, my self and my shortcomings.
Even when I behave like a lowlife, she thinks highly of me.
She looks at me for who I am – human – as opposed to who I am not.
Even when I am empty, I am enough.
She thinks pigs spend all day jumping in muddy puddles and all mice are called Mickey.
She sings. She screams. She smiles. She listens.
I love my two year old niece for so many reasons. These are just a few of those.
“Children see magic because they look for it.”