i whisper to my 2 year old daughter as i put her down to sleep for the night. actually, i sing it. over & over. trying to weave a protective tapestry around her. trying to keep her safe. she isn’t talking yet. not one bit. so i don’t have to worry about her repeating my words. i just want them to sink in on a subliminal level.
i lay next to her. 40 weeks pregnant with my fourth child. i have made a lot of mistakes in my life. protecting my daughter from falling in love with a man like the one i have made four children with…i don’t think that could be counted among my many fuck-ups.