In my arms

I was driving home from work last night listening to the radio. A song came on that I have never heard before. I fell the urge to really listen to the lyrics. I immediately was brought to tears. The song spoke to what I was feeling right then. It spoke to fears I had been harvesting over the last little while.
This certain song may not bring tears to another person but at that moment it completely spoke to me. It described how I am feeling.

I have been blogging alot about my girls this week. It has everything to do with the fact that they are growing up before my eyes and I have no idea where I have been for it. They are little girls who seem to be fiercely independent. They seem to take the world head on. They have no fear. I see the makings of strong independent women in them. But I want them to stay little. I want to protect them from everything.
I have been thinking alot about them growing up to young girls, and eventually in to young women and I am going to be honest, It scares me more then anything. I want to protect them from all the hurt they may feel, I want to keep them safe forever.

Is it possible to just skip the all the physical injuries they will encounter as fearless children?
Or the first time they truly feel scared?
Or the first time they feel rejected?
Or the first time they fell left out or bullied?
Or the first time they have a crush that is unricprocated?
Or the first breakup?

I remember all those. They hurt. Especially as a young girl. Young girls are so intense and sensitive and if they are anything like their mother, they will be too sensitive for their own good.

Can’t I just keep them safe in my arms? Can’t they just stay small Little girls forever. Little girls that I can protect from all the terrible things in the world?

I know I can’t. I know that wanting  to protect them intensely and not being able to is the flight of a mother. I know that the way they react to all the terrible things in the world will help them to grow in to wonderfully compassionate women. I know that experiencing all the world has to offer, positive or negative, will allow them to feel deeply, love deeply, act deeply and live deeply. I know that they will need space to make their own mistakes and decided for themselves who they are going to be and what they are going to bring into the world.  I know they will need all this. I know that my role will become the one who helps them to be their true selves, listen to them, help them to make the right decision, teach them right from wrong and guide them.

But right now they are still small, they are still my little babies and I am still allowed to protect them from all bad things, I am allowed to keep them safe in my arms.

In my arms
By: Plumb

Your baby blues
So full of wonder
Your Curly Que’s
Your contagious smile
And as I watch
You start to grow up
All I can do is hold you tight
Knowing

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

Story books
Are full of fairy-tales
Of kings and queens
And the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You’ll someday see
The truth for lies

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true
but you are never all alone
because I will always
Always love you

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

In my arms

I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Much Love,

Jessica

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