Dear baby Rach,

It really was OK for you to come when you did be who you were to get to who you are. Which is me now. It doesn’t really matter if it was a shock when you arrived. And you didn’t mean to steal anyone’s thunder. It’s OK to sing your heart song and speak your voice and tell the truth of  what you will become. Everyone doesn’t always love everyone and everything isn’t always what we thought it would be. Time doesn’t heal all wounds and love doesn’t fix much of anything. That old game of landing on your feet isn’t always fun but when you dust off your knees  it’s not so hard to take some more steps. You are precious. Pain is a message listen to the subtle ones

I’m sorry I let adulting get in the way  promise I will be more sensitive in the future

love,

me now