Until They Couldn't

Dear Addie,

For me, it was dance shoes; for you, it is your swing.

They both held days of joy and sadness.

They gave us hours of calm we needed and the perseverance we craved.

A safe outlet for our emotions and a therapy that needed no words.

Both gave to us until they couldn’t anymore.

(She sat and waited in the dirt all day, collecting bugs)

Like my dance shoes that would get worn down and full of holes, we’ve yet to find you a swing that can last for the long haul. In these in-between times, we find solitude in our patience until we breathe life into a new version of our old comforts.

Do not worry baby girl, a new swing is on the way.

Love,

Mom