Fly high, Little Bird.

Don’t let me clip your wings.

Soar higher than I’ve ever flown.

Go farther than I’ve ever gone.

Sing loud, Little Bird.

Don’t let me silence your voice.

Let your words be heard,

for what you say matters.

Cry more, Little Bird.

Don’t let me tell you to stop.

Your feelings are real,

and they deserve to be felt.

Fly high, Little Bird.

Don’t let me hold you back.

Be more than I am.

If you fall, I will always catch you.


I find it hard to see past my own faults.  My own imperfections.  In this I am not unique, I know.  I’ve put myself on this pedestal that no one could reach. I know it’s impossible.  Knowing it’s impossible makes it so much easier to give up.  To not try.

For my daughter, I want things to be different.  I don’t want my fears and insecurities to hold her back.  I want her to know it’s okay to try.  It’s okay to fail.  It’s okay to fall.

I will always be here for her.  Always