Maybe
I started writing this poem shortly after we found out that we were pregnant with a little girl. I was writing it for her at first but now I realize it was a love letter to both of us. The idea of raising a little girl who would one day become a woman scared me. I’m 32 and still learning how to love myself. I’m still figuring out who I am and re-writing my story.
I’m working on worrying less about what people think of me and more about what I think of myself- I was worried about how I was going to teach another female how to be confident in who she is when I’m still working on that myself…
But now that she’s here, I’ve realized that if she can watch me always trying to be better than I was the day before - then maybe that’s all she needs. Maybe that’s all any kid needs.
Maybe
Maybe if I decide to love the soft parts of my body
she’ll never know how to hate hers
Maybe if I keep choosing to grow, even when it’s easier to stay stagnant
she’ll know no other way but forward
Maybe If I fill our home with laughter and flowers
she’ll never stop blooming
Maybe if I love her daddy freely, openly, and without restraint & let him love me right back
she’ll see the kind of love she deserves
Maybe if I stay vulnerable
she’ll see that it’s okay to be tender in a hard world
Maybe if I keep wrestling with God and the unknown
she’ll see that faith isn’t something to blindly accept, but a lifelong adventure
Maybe if I hand out forgiveness willingly
she’ll know the steady rhythm of grace
Maybe if I let her know that I don’t know all the answers
she’ll stay curious
Maybe if I keep learning to use my voice
She’ll never question hers