Today, you are filled with joy. Waking up isn’t hard for you.
If anything, sleep is a hindrance to your precious, wild soul.
There’s so much to learn, and I see it happening on your face.
Both good and bad, scary and incredible, you will learn it all.
In time, my little love. In slow and gentle time.
It’s hard not to protect you from the world. “Why?” You ask.
Because I’ve seen the world. I’ve seen it’s monsters.
And yes, there is so much beauty to celebrate, but the monsters…
They do more than go bump in the night.
And sometimes, the beauty seems lost.
One day you will be a man, we will have taught you how to fight.
To slay the monsters, like you do now, with your costumes and toy swords.
But one day, it won’t be a game.
“Why don’t you want me to grow up, mommy?” You ask.
Because I’m selfish. And I’m scared.
And somehow I love you at the same time.
Today, let’s play.
Let’s pretend you can soar o’er the roof tops like Peter Pan.
Today, you will take pictures.
And we will see the world from your perspective.
You will dance in the living room, and watch cartoons.
Keep flying, Abe. Fly as high as you can.
Today, you are filled with joy.