We were staying at a beach house for a few days of "vacation." It was a new environment, so when she slightly awakened, she was a little scared and nervous. I can only imagine her thoughts, "Where am I? What bed am I in? Where is my nightlight? Why is the window in a different location?" And amongst all her confusion and panic, she called for me. For me.
Yes, I was exhausted. Yes, I didn't really want to get up, but the second I heard her voice, I was sprinting down the hall to comfort her, before I even realized I was awake at 2 am.
As I was comforting my 3 year old at 2 am, I thought there was no where in the world I would have rather been. I felt so fortunate to be the one she called for and found it silly she didn't know I was right down the hall. Where else would I be?
Doesn't she know by now I see her and her little brother?
Day in and day out, that's all I'm doing. I'm watching them learn and grow and offering words of encouragement and arms of comfort, when needed.
Don't you know mama sees you?
Mama sees you, when your newborn eyes are searching for another soul to connect with.
Mama sees you, when you find the strength to roll over onto your tummy for the first time and slightly lift your head, wondering if that was supposed to happen.
Mama sees you, when your fingers find your toes and you hold on to them so tightly, confused as to what they are and if you will ever be able to find them again.
Mama sees you, as your drifting off to sleep with small smiles, just because you're loved.
Mama sees you, when you get up on your knees, start crawling, start walking, start running.
Mama sees you, when you balance on one foot for 1 second and the smile that you get from such an accomplishment, as if you just saved the world; and you have, you've saved my world.
Mama sees you, when you take a good fall, falls that hurt, and then you get right back up and keep going. I see you and am waiting. I'll be there when the falls get a little too big.
Mama sees you, brushing your own hair and attempting to put on your own socks.
Mama sees you, loving everyone that crosses your path, as if they were your own family. Maybe they are.
Mama sees how you notice everything, all around you, at all times. From the ground, up to the clouds. It amazes you and you have so much excitement and wonder.
Mama sees you, running, trying to reach maximum speed. You are so fast.
Mama sees you.
Mama sees the big soul, in your little body.
Mama sees you when you need me to see you. When you're looking for that reassuring glance that you're doing great, when you're looking for that smile that tells you our world is stable and happy, when you're looking for that hug that comforts you, when you're looking for that high five that completes your accomplishment, and when you're looking for those words that remind you how amazing you are.
Mama sees you, even when you don't need me to see you. I see your self assurance, your courage to try and try again, your dance moves, your style, your kindness, your moments of frustration and testing the waters, your love for all things, your heart and soul that already knows who you are.
Mama sees you, being you. And that's all you ever have to be; completely and utterly you.
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