I remember a girl. She thought she was a woman. She thought grown up thoughts. She dreamed grown up dreams and thought she had it all figured out.
Then she became the woman she thought she already was.
The woman looks back on the girl with love and kindness and longing and she smiles at her and says, it's ok, you didn't know.
You didn't know that the dreams and visions would become struggles and frustrations and that weddings soon become marriages and pregnant bellies and baby showers become families and promotions become big mortgages. It's ok. It's just a new day.
The woman thanks her for the dreams and wipes her tear and tells her it will be ok. The girl looks so very very young standing beside the woman. They stand together, needing each other.
The woman stands up tall and takes on the struggles of the day with the young girl in her heart and in her soul, reminding her, it will be ok.
