There’s A Fire In Her Eyes—She’s Headstrong In A Way Most Of Us Only Daydream About

“There’s a fire in her eyes.

It’s the same one that brews in her belly.

She’s a bit otherworldly, yet, at the same time, every single goddamn thing this world so desperately needs.

She’s headstrong, in a way most of us only daydream about.

She’s unrelenting, to the point of merrcccyyy.

She’s got opinions, a plethora of them, and she’s got the feisty will to defend them.

She’s a fighter.

She fights to be seen.

She fights to be heard.

And sometimes, she just fights because she can.

Because she wants you to know she’s strong.

And brave.

And fearless.

She’s intelligent beyond her age.

She’s wise beyond her years.

And she’s got so many of us thinking that this is more like her third rodeo than her first.

And she’s sweet and kind and unexpectedly empathetic.

But there’s also this artful angst about her that is both confusing yet endearing.

She’s all of that

and it’s all of her

— and there’s a lot to unpack there —

and it’s all wrapped up in a painstakingly adorable (but don’t tell her I called her that) pint-sized package.

There’s the gift she is, and then there are all the unsuspecting ones she delivers,

every

single

day.

And,

damn,

I have to tell you,

I thank God I get to be this child’s mother.”

This story was submitted to Love What Matters by Nicole Merritt of Jthreenme. You can follow her on Facebook, her website, or podcast. Get her new book, Musings for Mom, here. Submit your own story here. Be sure to subscribe to our free email newsletter for our best stories, and YouTube for our best videos.

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