Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Ten Year Old to Mom

Build me a fire, please
I'm cold
And it's cold
Sit wirh me and warm our souls please
So we won't be so cold.

I'm worried and confused and I don't understand
Anything but back then
I'm changing and it's all happening
Back it up for me please
Or at least tell me it's alright
I won't believe you this time, but keep saying it anyway.

It's not easy and I like easy
Can you just make it easy again please?
I'm asking the fire to please make it easy please again
It can't hurt to ask when it's hard.

When I'm a mom I'll like my cute little baby more than my Me
I know I will mom
And now I'm that Me
And I'm worried and scared and I want to go back
Tell me. Did you?

Were you scared?
Tell me.
Was it hard and was it frightening?
Were you scared and did it hurt?
You couldn't control it and I can't control this
This growing up is hard and not easy.

Sit with me mom.
I'm scared.

12 comments:

Dana's Brain said...

Oh, Chloe. Wish I could say it gets easier. Even if you don't remember it over the next few years, you're Mom will always be there to chase away the cold. She's awesome that way.

VT Mom said...

Stay and warm safe with your mom Chloe. Things do get better even if you're going forward!

Ms Picket To You said...

Hold on tight. Both of you.

Zip n Tizzy said...

Oh growing pains!
Hugs to both of you.

anymommy said...

Keep telling your mom about it, baby, don't go through it alone.

jen said...

five doesn't feel so worrisome to me anymore.
hold on tight to your daughter ... it sounds like she needs you much right now.

heartatpreschool said...

Oh sweetheart, keep repeating this in your head as your Mom holds you tight...

It's going to be ok. It's going to be ok. Everything is going to be alright. Whatever comes.

Jen W said...

Wow, I remember that feeling. Growing up is tough.

bernthis said...

these are words I still feel today at 43

cIII said...

The storm may rip the Sails with vicious teeth and shatter the mastheads. Splinters all around. The rains may pound and threaten, but his Storm is fleeting. As they all are.

Hold fast for now, you bold adventurers. Hold fast and Fear not the storm. For, as a friend of mine once wrote..."We are the fucking Storm."

This was brilliant.

-word.

Vodka Mom said...

buckle up. It's a bumpy ride.


(wow.)

Lilly's Life said...

Hugs to you - just so poignant and full of memories for me. It does get better. Different but better.