If I should have a daughter, instead of mom, she’s going to call me Point B,
because that way she knows that no matter what happens,
at least she can always find her way to me.
And I am going to paint the Solar Systems on the backs of her hands,
so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say ‘Oh, I know that like the back of my hand’
And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you,
in the face,
wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach
but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt, fear that cannot be fixed by band aids or poetry
so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming
I’ll make sure she knows she does not have to wear the cape all by herself
because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers,
your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe me, I’ve tried
And baby, I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that
I know that trick, I’ve done it a million times
You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail
back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire
to see if you can save him.
Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him
But I know she will anyway, so instead, I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate
and rainboots nearby.
Because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
Ok, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix,
but that’s what the rainboots are for because rain will
wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass bottomed boat
To look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind
Because that’s the way my mom taught me.
That there’ll be days like this
that there’s be days like this my mama said
When you open your hands to catch, and wind up with only blisters and bruises.
When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly
And the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape
When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment
and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you
because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop
kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it is sent away.
You will put the win in winsome … lose some
You will put the star in starting over and over.
And no matter how many landmines erupt in a minute
be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to overtrusting, I am pretty damn naive.
But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar.
It can crumble so easily.
But don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
Baby, I’ll tell her, remember your mama is a worrier
and your papa is a warrior.
And you’re the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and
always apologize when you’ve done something wrong
but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining,
your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing.
And when they finally hand you a heartache,
when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street corners
of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that
really ought to meet your mother.
7 thoughts on ““B” (If I Should Have a Daughter) by Sarah Kay”
wow. so beautiful. you did a very good job.
That’s really nice of you to say, thank you … That’s the very lovely and talented Sarah Kay. I linked above to her website if you’d like to read/see more of her work.
Are you a mind-reader?! My morning started with a cryptic text message from my girl and will end with a 2 hour plane ride and 60 minute drive to see her. Nothing is seriously wrong…she just needs her mama, an extra dose of chocolate and a little perspective 🙂
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Sometimes I wonder if I am, Michelle, it’s weird, isn’t it? Especially since I posted this shortly after emailing you.
I had a CS Lewis piece all ready to go then read something which led me to this … And ole CS got bumped.
Be sure to listen if you haven’t yet. She’s phenomenal. Jennie turned me on to her work.
Hope your baby girl is ok. Give her a hug for me.
Thanks Christy. She’s much better. Just needed a hug, some academic advice and homemade chicken noodle soup for an achy body. It’s nice to be needed, even after they have left the nest 🙂
Glad she’s much better! A little girl will always need her momma, regardless of age. 🙂
So true! I think it’s cool that your mama still sends you signs (turkeys!) when you need her, too.
Have a great week-end
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