Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Grownup

I heard somewhere that you grow up to be the person you would have felt safe with as a child

I am the woman who watches unattended toddlers until their parents get off their phones

I am the woman that never reaches out for a hug and offers a very conscious fist bump instead

I am the woman that listens to endless chatter and babbling I hardly understand

I tell them not to be ashamed of wet pants

That never scolds for accidental spills

Sneaks them extra snacks

Dries tears 

Gives high praise

Plays the extra movie

That joins-in on games and humors pretend fantasies

Never tugs impatiently at tangles

Or laughs at excitement

I am the woman that would have protected me

I am the woman that would have made me feel safe

I am the woman that I wished I'd had

I am the woman that should have been there for me