Our Safe Place

I gave one of my blogs some thought last night as I was tucking myself into bed. I wrote about my daughter's safe place....our home as a child and how secure we can feel when we are there and when we have memories of it. I have to say that although this time is my daughter's...that while the home I have made for her is HER safe place, I realized that it is MY safe place too.

When the world seems like too much and the news is full of sad stories of suffering, war and heartache, I curl up in my daughter's room, wrap us both up in a warm blanket and tell magical stories of unicorns, puppies, snails and squirrels...and the whole world seems to slip away and it's just us and nothing can touch us there. Well, at least that's how it feels. I got thinking how it was her safe place, but really, it is OURS, together, and I have no illusions about how fleeting these moments will be and how quickly time will change our landscape and it won't be recognizable to me as she gets older. But, this safe place is ours, now, and I am just trying to enjoy it for what it is, when it is. I hope I won't be too sad when her room changes, as she grows taller and away from us, but I know I will be, at least sometimes.

I hope I will be brave enough to let her do what she needs to do. I think that's one of the most important things as parents that we have to do for our children....there comes a day when we have to let go. I hope that I am brave.

I want to be brave. Maybe that's half the battle.