Little Mind. Of Mine.

Sometimes … the best we can give to our children is the knowledge they have no real fully functional prefrontal cortex.

Their brain is just… a fast paced mess of wiring and connections.

They make no sense.

But they are … fully human. Full and complete. They are… selfish, independent assholes and they are giving and caring charitable. They are the learning curve that never gives up.

They are … little tiny versions of the people they are and will grow to be.

They are…

Absolutely depending on us to forge this trail they take, to clean up the mess they make, to help them navigate … EVERYTHING.

Sometimes…the best we can give to them is remembering…

They are more than the future. They are our yesterday. They are the present day.

They are…time and space and distance and strands of their own DNA.

They live and die depending on nothing but the answers and solutions and questions others give them. They breathe and eat and sleep in their own experience of experiences of someone else.

They have no choice. And yet… they know they have their own voice as well. Whatever that looks like or sounds like or dreams like or is just an imagination of “I, too, am here”.