I see your eyes sparkling with delight behind your long lashes.
I see your easy smile.
I see you use words like ‘love’ with an easy familiarity.
I see you sing loudly even when you don’t know the words.
I see you watching all that she does.
I see your bright little face crinkling in laughter at the joke you don’t quite get.
I see your little legs running to catch up with the bigger ones.
I see your little hand outstretched to join the circle.
I see your relentless enthusiasm.
I see your rage, your hurt and your bewilderment.
I see you abandon things you held so dear because you’re a “big girl now”.
I see you play the goof for attention.
I see when your face crumples in on itself after a careless word.
I see you delight in their successes.
I see you stamp your foot.
I see you try again and again and again.
I see you hold steady and true to yourself when you know you are right.
I see you rage against the injustice of their rules and your place in the age hierarchy.
I see you copy the things they do – both the good things and the bad.
I see you delight in the inclusion.
I see you hug without fear.
I see you make room for other people.
I see your kindness.
I see your effortless joy at living.
I see you try things.
I see you fly when you weren’t expecting to fly.
I see your big heart make room for everything they hold dear.
I see you settle into your space beside her when the friends have gone home.
I see your connection with the person you love most fiercely of all.
I see you loved back just as fiercely.
I see you little one.
I see you.