I came home and started this poem….
Your Wildness Doesn’t Scare Me
When I allow myself to relax, that fire in your eye enlivens me
Those sticky places inside begin to move and together we laugh
Unfolding into love, with curiosity charging us ahead like a wobbly puppy in an overgrown forest
I know the world needs your fire, I promise to try to not smother your flames
You’re sitting on my lap, poking my face as if it were a muddy bubbling creek
And then I start to feel us sprawling out forever and I need to feel an edge
Your anger doesn’t scare me
I love you too much to say yes to another cookie.
No. It’s time for pajamas.
You’re screaming like your heart is broken- Over a cookie?
I promise to feel into my heart as you rage. I will hold this boundary firmly; with all the love I have spilling out of me to shower you
And the sadness underneath the anger doesn’t scare me either
Cause I know now for sure that no matter how much I wish I could take away your pain, it’s not possible
But I can hold you, while the waves of sadness clean your body
I am breathing now feeling both our broken hearts….I will carry you upstairs and help you put your pajamas on.
It’s true, little one
Sometimes it’s all scary
We shake and tremble, like that cat that got stuck in the dryer
And if I know anything, it’s that letting it all move through is what keeps us alive
So I will hold you while you shake
We will remember together
to rest back into the love that surrounds us
The love that pokes us, squeezes, and smashes
Love that timidly approaches and giggles under kitchen tables
Love that brings sand onto the wood floor, grease stains onto new pants, and sparkles into your eyes
Yes, this, I can practice opening to