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there's something more important

than us

holding with the tiniest of fingers

the strings to our hearts

and we have no idea how to keep him alive

our instincts are valid as the swelling

eventually subsides

we begin to notice the best

and the worst

parts of ourselves are magnified

in his fragile (yet sturdy) little body

gratifying? yes

but the thoughts that run quietly

through our heads, keeping us up

at night…

we are not ready

we can't do this

we are not enough

then

he looks up to us with curious

and forgiving eyes

and we realize

we are not alone

he falls a hundred times

before one day letting out a pleasing laugh

as he wobbles across a notable stage,

one foot

in front of the other

we are convinced he knows everything

and we, the grown-up versions of ourselves,

talk him out of it

we should stop more often

listen more clearly, because

time is a thief of our youth.

it's not about coloring between the lines

or wearing matching socks

it's not about

perfect hair or a clean room

it's not

about being on time or

orchestrating a sane mind with a skillful wave

of the baton…

we give in

and reconnect with our own

desire to explore

and discover relevance

in an otherwise mundane world -

messing up along the way

falling flat on our faces

(we all know we only care when

someone notices) then

we get up and try again. with

ambitious legs,

until we wobble

until we walk

until we run

not forgetting to laugh

all the way across this notable stage -

wherever that may be…