Beautiful girl- you can do hard things!💗

Quarantine’s affected us all in different ways. Some fared better than others, but all are changed.

This little miss went from being always on the go, to learning the art of becoming un busy. Out in the country and far from friends she couldn’t gather with anyway, she mourned the loss of the comforting rhythm of her school/church/family/friends/karate/ballet-filled days.

And then in August, she mourned again the undoing of her quiet days, trading her creative and unstructured time for the hustle and bustle of playing educational catch-up in the midst of a pandemic, sighing deeply behind her mask.

In November, she begged to play basketball, but with COVID numbers on the rise, her protective parents wouldn’t take the risk. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Tears were shed all around, and Santa left a driveway goal in weary consolation.

Enter March, with fresh pleas for action. We relented, and she stood giddily in line as volleyball called her name. But when the time came, she didn’t want to go. She preferred the comfort of the quiet, lingering stillness of what remained of quarantine.

But despite her fear, she got up, she showed up, and she leveled up. As I watch her push herself, I smile. She loves this stuff. The bleary- eyed self-consciousness melting into resilient fire. 🔥

Beautiful girl, you can do hard things💗