Free to Be

19 Aug

I find myself looking at the back of Abigail’s head a lot as she runs ahead of me to see the world. I like giving her that taste of freedom. Because she should be free. Free to become who she is without her parents or anybody else pigenholing her into being something she’s not. I want her to be happy and kind and to feel loved. So I try when I can to just let her be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When she builds a precarious tower of nesting blocks turning the bigger ones so they stack on top of the smaller ones, I’m trying to resist the urge to tell her that she’s going to be an engineer like her daddy. Or when she hugs Hank and oohs and aahs at every dog she sees I’m trying to stop myself from thinking she’s destined for veterinary school. Today she loves building towers and playing with dogs, but tomorrow she may not and that’s okay. I want her to like lots of things, jump into many puddles and splash around. Try what she wants to try and see what she wants to see.


I want to be a mom that’s okay with her taking off one of her blue shoes and putting on a sandal instead because she was crying desperately to wear them mismatched on our walk. It didn’t matter which shoes crunched along the gravel road. She was happy. She was free. She was Abigail.

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10 Responses to “Free to Be”

  1. Kelly Richardson August 19, 2011 at 2:15 pm #

    Tears~Don’t blame you, mommy! Just let her be ‘her’, she has great genes!

    • Sarah August 19, 2011 at 9:06 pm #

      Thanks, Kelly. Seriously. Thank you for being such a strong presence in my life even though we are so far apart.

  2. KathyMagnusson August 19, 2011 at 7:59 pm #

    Love her! And you and Ryan! see you in 2 months!!!

    • Sarah August 19, 2011 at 9:05 pm #

      Can’t wait!

  3. Amy Rossman August 20, 2011 at 6:30 pm #

    As I had meet the teacher with Deanna and Katherine on Friday I had to fight with myself to let them go and be on their own. I so wanted to escort each of them to see each teacher and tell them exactly what to do and wear all day. But I had a thought similar to yours and have to know that God created them to be, THEM!!! Not what I wanted to be or what I think might work out best for them. Both came home saying what a fun day they had with friends and thanking me for letting them go off on their own. Hearing about their day was so much better than controling their whole day!!!! Thanks for sharing!

    • Sarah August 22, 2011 at 7:26 pm #

      Hope they have a happy year! I love having your cell phone number handy because you have done an amazing job with those girls and you know I’ll be seeking advice!

  4. Anna Kudak August 21, 2011 at 7:58 pm #

    Hi! I’m stopping by from ICLW. Love your photos. I, too, am always looking for ways to let my son be himself, without my worrying about him getting dirty or wet. It requires lots of letting go!

    I’m so in love with what motherhood teaches me every day. Thanks for sharing your stories with me!

  5. Gretchen Havner August 21, 2011 at 9:31 pm #

    Love all your posts, but this one was so precious. Glad to hear I”m not the only one that feels it is important to let your girls go to the library dressed as Bat Girl and Super Girl. Just love your blog in so many ways. I hope you keep sharing.

    • Sarah August 22, 2011 at 7:24 pm #

      Thanks, Gretchen. You are a great mom and your girls are proof of that!

  6. Melanie August 22, 2011 at 9:36 am #

    Ahhhh… so so sweet! I Love that she picked out her own shoes. You go miss Abigail! (adore that name btw) I let Jax pick out his clothes. It’s a style that is all him, let me tell ya! Happy Monday fellow Oregonian!!

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